This week started off with a bang. I was building off of the momentum of last week's epiphany and the real meaning of the word challenge. In reviewing things, I realized that more drastic changes were necessary if I was really going to challenge myself.

First thing's first—exercise. I decided to take my workouts up a notch. I knew I would need to visit the gym more regularly. Okay, I can do that. But something inside was saying, "Go for it, girl. Aim higher!"

I began asking around to folks I knew were into this stuff (working out, that is) and I was introduced to boot camp! Oh my...oh my! After checking out the class, I realized that it would most certainly be a challenge for me. And I did the craziest thing known to man. I JOINED! Yep, that's right. Can you imagine me with some men yelling about more reps. What the heck?

Yeah, there's a lot of eye rolling going on. At the end of each work out, I vow never to do it again. I'm fully drenched (and you know a sista' does not like to sweat), hungry and so sleepy. But for some strange reason, I keep going back. I think it's because I cannot deny the sense of accomplishment I feel when I'm done. If you can make it in boot camp fitness, you can make it anywhere!

Once I get this new workout schedule down pat, I'll set my sights at updating how I'm eating. For now, I just need to rest. Tomorrow is a whole new day with more workouts in store.

Oh, joy!
As a reminder, always consult your doctor for medical advice and treatment before starting any program.


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