Camp Gladiator - Week 3: Ag{ill}ity

After last weekend's cheat with Chicka-Chicka Boom Boom, I didn't anticipate losing any weight or let alone noticing any changes in my body. Turns out, I'm pleased to report that I have started to notice those changes and so has Kris. ;) Oh the feeling of pulling on those jeans that were a little too snug two weeks prior to find that I'll need a belt to hold them up in Week 3 of Camp Gladiator! There really is no better feeling . . . well, winning the lottery would probably feel better, now that I think about it. Still, it's important for me to appreciate the way my jeans fit a little bit better, rather than focusing on some stupid fluctuating number on the scale. It can drive any girl insane.

This week was an important one for me, because I was finally passed that dreaded two week marker where in the past I inevitability gave in to my temptations to be lazy and just go home after work and well . . . eat. Especially on Mondays. The funny thing was that I didn't even have that thought on Monday to not go to CG. Mondays are hard. They're hard because no one likes them, they're hard because it reminds you that your weekend is over and the weekend to come is oh-so-far away. They're hard to even get through mentally, without putting your body through pain and suffering out in the heat. I found it to be therapeutic in the end. I went home . . . happy. I came home to a happy man, who was very happy (to be done with math forever) and happy that I was going to make his infamous tortilla soup on a Monday night. We normally would just eat frozen pizza, because we're too beat from having the "case of the Mundays" to make a real meal. AND, to top it all off, I came home to this little treat in the mail from CG:

Apparently they were inspired by my first CG blog post. :)

Five days a week has been my goal all along. I used to work out five days a week in high school and could still eat french fries and ranch for lunch (I know, sick) and still have a rockin' body. I am aware that my metabolism has changed with age, especially now that I'm 30 and even if I worked out twice a day five days a week, I still couldn't eat french fries and ranch for lunch and still have a rockin' bod (I know, sad). That's just it, I decided to dumb it down as much as possible for myself. Move more and try to eat less (and better). It's working. It's actually working. I definitely intend on taking Jeff up on his offer to help with my nutritional choices, but I wanted to concentrate first and foremost on creating this habit of moving more, ie: five days a week.  A girl can only handle so many changes at once.

The only hitch in my plan was that I caught a virus that was going around on Tuesday and was in bed for two days. I didn't make it back to CG until Friday morning, which is the hardest workout of the week. I did it because an old friend wanted to try it and I didn't want to let him down by not showing up; I also didn't want to let myself down. I'm glad I made it and I'm looking forward to my five days of camp this week, as well as the Gladiator Games on Saturday. That's the difference - in the past I would have let this hiccup end all motivation and let it defeat me. Not this time, I can't wait for Monday's workout. I'm obsessed, I know. :)

Love,
Kelley