Thanksgiving is my Super Bowl of holidays. I cook for days and eat everything I love once a year with gusto. The amateur foodie within me comes out when I begin creating all those yummy sides, that swallow my plate whole. It an undertaking and challenge that I excitedly accept with pleasure each year.
I started a weight loss challenge in August. I was on fire for about 2 weeks. I kept strong for about a month and then the fire slowly turned to ashes. I did lose and keep off some weight once the challenge concluded in October. I take that as a win.
It starts today, and I am somewhat excited, awfully nervous, but most of all I am ready. I joined a fitness challenge in my neighborhood. I need this challenge. I want this challenge. Summer is a beast called eating out, vacations spent sitting sedentary while road tripping and my schedule turned upside down. What better way to get back into the swing of fitness and those jeans I want to wear this fall than a fitness challenge.
I take photos today. They are my before shots and that is what is really making me nervous. Exposure, vulnerability, embracing a body that isn't exactly matching how I feel in my head. My body is misshapen by pregnancies, soft and flabby from times I chose a sweet treat instead of a sweaty run, and most of all it lacks the energy I want to have by the weight of some extra pounds I've picked up along the way. Some of my fellow challengers have called it a wake-up call, and I hear the phone ringing loudly.
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