"Fitness" is good!

So by now y'all should be pretty darn familiar with the table above. And you can probably tell by my post title where I have finally sweated, grunted and clawed my to. Yep - I am now in the "fitness" category!

Wahoo!

(insert funky Roger Rabbit type dance move here)

AND? The coach didn't totally laugh at me when I told her I desperately wanted to lose the last 10 pounds (of the 40 I put on a few years back) by Christmas. She calmly looked at me and said, "well that gives us 6 weeks... Let's talk about what you need to do."

Have I mentioned I love her? I take back every horrible mean thing I ever thought or said about her during those first few weeks of agonizing lunges and squats! I do. So. So. Sorry! Love you Mary Beth!

So here I am armed with my plan to break into the "athletes" percentages and lose the last 10 pounds. I have a PLAN. And a STRATEGY. Food has been bought. Exercises planned. Drinking minimized.* Also, people have been told. So, you know, I feel sort of accountable and stuff. You know?

Wish me luck!



*So. So. HARD! But notice I said "minimized" not "eliminated"? That's just crazy! Crazy talk right there! I'd hate to have to break the new PLAN within a moment of starting it after all.