I feel strong.

I haven't said this in a LONG time. But I feel strong. I feel powerful. The numbers on the scale may not reflect it, but I think it's important to see yourself getting strong. I can do more push ups. I can kick and punch the bag harder. I can go faster longer on the step ups. I can do more sit ups (although the performance is still poor!).

I have completed 8 weeks of bootcamp or whatever you want to call it. While I haven't lost a gazillion pounds like I'd hope to, I feel a different loss. A loss of laziness. A loss of a lack of desire to do physical activity. A loss of a lack of thinking about what I put in my mouth. Now, I workout six days a week at my full potential at least 5/6 days, I think about my food choices before they enter my mouth (still tracking online). I don't give up after being 20 minutes into my workout. My classmates are noticing my strength and complimenting on it. My instructors are pushing me harder and harder because they know I can do it.

Two weeks from today, I will go through my 10 week testing. I hope to have lost at least 10 pounds by then. I hope to do more sit ups and push ups. I hope I'm more flexible. I hope I can jump higher. I hope I will have lost more inches than I did at 5 week testing.

But if not, I know deep down inside, I'm stronger. And nothing or no one can take that away.

I would really like to do another 10 week session but I don't know if it's the cards due to financial limits. I'd hate to stop this momentum when it's going so well. I just want to do one more 10 week session and get me into the school year again. Then, after that, it's up to me...unless I can afford to continue. Now, I just need a prayer and a miracle for my husband to get a call for an interview and then a job offer. Life would be so good if that happened.