Day two was all about the workouts. As I went to sleep Thursday night I had every intention of getting up at 5:30 for 6 a.m. yoga. However, after no sleep for two days I was REALLY wanting to stay in bed another hour when the alarm went off.
Thanks to my awesome roommate, Heather, I
jumped, sprung, dashed, rolled out of bed and stumbled into my workout clothes.
|Heather and I heading to class|
seriously-how was I smiling
|Pre-yoga...not quite awake but happy to be here|
After yoga I stopped for an amazing Weight Watchers sponsored breakfast. Had some turkey sausage and fruit. Opted out on the oatmeal. :)
If you don't know much about crossfit this workout may have been disappointing to some. Crossfit is not done for an hour. It is short bursts of high energy moves only done for 6-20 minutes.
One minute of sit ups. Rest one minute.
One minute of burpees. Rest one minute.
Actual workout time was 6 minutes. Crazy. Don't tell me we didn't work hard.
I have been doing similar workouts at my gym. We do circuit training so this class was challenging yet something I was prepared for.
|My workout partner-|
sadly I don't know who she is
(if someone can tell me, that would be great)
|Kate and Tiffany|
standing next to me!!!
I will continue to work this one out in my head.
We did another aerobic class with bands and discs. It was great. Felt pushed. I was certainly tired after the third work out.
The highlight of the day came from the session : Discussion: Self Acceptance and Weight Loss with Shauna Reid, Karen Anderson and Mara Glatzel.
So much of this journey is finding where I fit in with me. Not allowing a family member, a man, my faith, my job, food.....define me. This entire process is about being authentically me. Felling good in my skin. Yet, giving myself the freedom and environment to change the things I want to change.
For so long I have struggled with liking the body I have. I broke it into pieces, criticizing every last part. Comparing it to some fictitious standard.
When in all reality, I have a pretty amazing home for my soul. It does what I ask it to do. Through years of neglect and abuse, my body still responds when I say to move. It houses my heart. It is able to pull my littles close when they need comfort.
Gratitude is where my acceptance has started. Grateful for today and what I have been given. Sure I can strive for better. You bet!! I can push hard. I can be strong. When all is said and done, my body is a gift. For the first time in YEARS....YEARS....I can run my hands up my arms, give myself a squeeze and soak in the moment I am one with my body. I can feel my mind, body and spirit working together in a perfect combination of drive, comfort and surprise.
Friday night was a break from the conference and a night out with a forever friend.
More on that on my next installment. Time to ready the littles for church.
Happy Sunday everyone! Take care of you!