Hello Faithful Blog Watchers (if any of you actually exist – hint, hint)
I feel sore, tired, and fantastic. I woke up at 6:30am (a time which no clock should ever read in my humble opinion) and worked on my masters paper. At 8:30 already developing the foggy research head I decided it was a good time to get my rear out of my chair and get my blood flowing. I geared up and ran over to the gym for the Body Combat class at 9:00 am. For those of you who have followed my thoughts up-to-date, today is my day off from working out. Huh. I guess I’ll be taking tomorrow off. Because, let me tell you, I think my body needs it. All of the high impact training has left me sore. Luckily, body combat is basically an aerobic kickboxing class. No contact, just lot of punches, kicks, knees, strikes, and fancy footwork. You sweat a lot in the class.

There were a lot of nice, toned, in shape women (and a man) in the class. Then there was me and a few other nicely rounded individuals. That was kind of a relief. It sucks to be the only fat girl in a class. Can you imagine, walking into a large mirrored room, everyone nice and toned, very little fat on them, then there’s you. 216 pounds of flab covered muscles, just started working out again, and you can’t completely keep up. Add to that, you’re the only new person there, everyone knows everyone else. I was so happy when a few other women around my size walked in.
In my own defense, I held out better than I would of a few weeks ago but by the end of the class I was ready for it to be over!

I got home, fixed my protein shake and slowly drank it while writing this. I’m going to take a shower and return to my paper 

Oh! Crawfish Festival in Old Town Spring, hoping to talk my friends into going. It would be a lot of fun (Yes, I do like Crawfish)