Eyes On The Prize

I'd like you to meet my pre-pregnancy, size 8 jeans.

They are hanging on my bedroom door as a constant reminder of my goals.

They were all I could think of as I suffered through my first boot camp class this morning. It was hard. I was sick. Literally. After the class, I headed home and sat in my car in front of my house wondering how I was going to make it up the stairs to my front door. Miraculously, somehow I managed. I've been feeling a bit nauseated throughout the day and am sincerely hoping Wednesday is better.

The class was an old school, P.E. style type class. Lots of running, jumping jacks, sprinting, resistance bands, etc. I was up at 5:40 and made it to the park by 6AM. I couldn't even believe there was 11 of us plus the teacher there. I was sure I'd be the only one considering how early it was.

I feel really accomplished today and it's only 2PM. I have been eating really well, sticking to my points. And today I started working out. This is a huge deal for me!

I weigh in tomorrow night. I am ready!