A New Start to An Old Finisher

I woke up this morning feeling much like I have been over the past few months; like garbage. Overweight, undertanned, uninspired and unable to find the motivation to change much of anything other than my underwear. So, I went into my closet and found an older pair of jeans that I didn't think I could fit into and then I did. And they looked good. Not just passable with the muffin top only slightly bulging when I sat down, but GOOD. I guess it was what I needed to take a strong look in the mirror and snap out of the funk I've been sinking into.

Two years ago I was feeling like a million bucks. Health-wise I was in a really good place. I was training everyday, eating perfectly and getting tons of sun (too much perhaps, but it felt good). Now, after putting on the 30Lbs I had gotten rid of, being told by a Gastrospecialist that I am to stop eating all of the things I had been eating for the past 5 years (no grains, beans/lentils, tomatoes, etc.) and being told by a dermatologist, after she scraped part of my chest off, I was no longer to have any sun exposure; I'm feeling like Sahmu's little pasty cousin.

I'm going away for a few days to a sunnier climate, not beach attire required type of climate, but definitely won't be needing my toque or snowpants. Suffice it to say I'm not actually looking forward to the trip; money is way too tight to be going to ChuckECheese, let alone across the border, but I am looking forward to getting some sunshine and spending some time with my man-love.

For now though, I'm going to finish the laundry and clean-up the house, then pop-in my old Gillian Michaels DVD and let her kick my ass until I want to vomit on my feet. That's when I'm happiest. That's when I feel whole. I have deprived myself of that feeling for too long, allowing myself to forget that the body craves what the body needs. My body craves exercise and sweat and exhaustion and that's exactly what I am going to give it.