Motivation & Getting Hosed!

So...Since getting back to 'myself' after the first nine months of the year I began to workout at a gym close to home. At first I hated the thought of getting up at 0430 to be at the gym by 0500. (If I didn't go before work..I sure as hell wouldn't do it after). Some mornings I would lie in bed and come up with a gazillion reasons why I didn't want to or shouldn't go. (ex., My muscles hurt, I was too out of shape, I should go to work early, what if I looked stupid, I didn't know what I was doing). To be honest, a few mornings I did lose the battle, but most of them I remembered that those excuses got me where I was in the first place...so I forced myself up and out the door four mornings a week. There's a motivational sign in the gym that I see every morning that I go (now 5 mornings), "When your body begins to scream, tell it to shut up"! I like that sign and tell that to myself on the days I feel too sore to get up.

I even enrolled in a Total Fitness Program that consisted of a healthy eating program, fitness, and motivation. When I started out back mid-Sept I was 18 pounds heavier than I am right now and 22.5 inches larger. I was pushing a size 14 for comfort and am now proud of the 10/11 that I am now.

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I'm no longer self-conscious about going to the gym around other people..I realized that they were there for the same reason I was and what the hell did I care what others thought of me. It was what I thought of me that mattered most! I think I'm actually more excited by the inner changes in me than I am about the outer changes (which I cannot wait for my husband to see - I hope he'll be proud of me too). My body and mind are conditioned to wake up at 0430 for the gym now which makes it a pain in the ass to sleep in on the days I don't go to the gym and WANT to sleep in. It's also going to be a bitch with my husband comes home for R&R! But, I started this for a reason and I'm going all the way!

So the 'hosing' story is this: Today I wore the blue outfit above...with pantyhose. Fine and dandy, right? regardless of a few pounds and inches lost it's hard to convince the brain that you are not the same size..at least my brain anyway. I bought the same size hose that I'd been buying for a LONG time, not taking into account the areas I'd lost inches like my waist and hips. Most of today I felt my hose slipping down my hips and was constantly having to discreetly tug them back up to my waistline.

After work I was walking down the hallway to leave. I have a box in my left arm, my work tote and purse on my right shoulder and arm, my daughter calls me - so now I am holding my cell phone in my right hand....walking...when I feel my pantyhose slipping...and slipping...and slipping..down my hips..just about off my butt. There is no where to stop and get things under control. I start laughing at the thought that any minute my hose are going to slid down my legs in the middle of the hallway! I make it to a work table near some copier station and drop everything I'm toting to yank my pantyhose back up! Needless to say, I'll be trashing these hose as soon as I change clothes in a bit!

That's my motivation and hose story!
Peace Out!