Day 1: Zumba you hate me!

I probably won't be posting this much in a day but since its the first day I wanted to let y'all know how it went.
Started my Wii up, got my belt on, water bottle in tow, here I go!....until I couldn't figure out how to start it. Change this, workout lists up the ying yang, customize calenders, etc. Oh my gosh! Seriously!? All I want to do is shake my booty! Finally got it started. Here I am warming up giggling because of the way i'm moving and shaking (literally!). I couldn't keep up with her, the moves were not something i was used to and I certainly was NOT going to miss out on my energy points! So, I did the warm up twice! Still didn't catch it. Ok Krystle, I said to myself, lets just wing it and see what happens. So I start the actual workout. I'm doing alright I suppose. I feel like one of those woman on a "candid camera" that we all sit on our couches and laugh at cause they look like complete fools. Yep, that was me. Then I find myself  in the middle of my living room BAWLING! Frusterated as can be at myself. Frusterated for not being able to catch on to the moves. Frusterated because I let myself get to this point where I am in the situation to begin with. I look up at the TV where my zumba instructor is still swinging her hips away, and I slap myself in the face (LITERALLY! no joke! lol) and I say this " Get up. Brush yourself off and finish this dance. Even if you look like a fool and feel stupid. DO IT!" So I got up and finished. I knew me sitting on the floor crying like a baby wasn't going to get me in shape. Or make me any healthier. But boy did it feel GOOD!
Because I've started this journey, owning it, and sharing it with y'all I think I will be making better choices. Better choices because I want it so bad I can taste it. On that note, LUNCH TIME!

Much love xx

Day 1: Zumba here I come!

Alright, so most of you know me who are reading this and know that i've attempted to do this but kinda died down. Quick. To be honest, I just accepted things the way they were. I'm a 5"11 VERY tall woman, and just accepted that I would never be a size 6 or even 8. My father is a 6"5, 250lb man and my mother is 5"9 and struggles with obesity. It was just "in my cards". Right? I've also used the "iv'e had 4 kids back to back" line. Granted I honestly feel that I look pretty good for doing so, but that doesn't excuse why I can't get back to ME. I'm done with the quick fix, lose 20lbs in 2 weeks, and turn around and gain it right back PLUS MORE. I'm done with that soup diet that all you eat is CABBAGE soup day in and day out. All you want to do is GAG and all you smell is CABBAGE. Its not healthy and its just not normal. I need to start something that I can live with. That my family can live with. I want to be around for grand babies and GREAT grandbabies. So I've decided that my acceptance is going to change NOW. I'm not accepting that its just in my cards, I'm not accepting that because my mother is overweight that I'm destined to be so. I'm accepting that I am worth taking care of, I'm worth putting an hour a day to get my body healthy, to get into that size 8 (hubby says no way, he thinks i'll look "sick", we'll see)
I want to feel good in my own skin. I want to know that I am healthy inside AND out.
So here I go, about to put Ayden for his nap, grab a water bottle and shake my booty! I have faith in myself that I can accomplish this.
For anyone who is following this I hope that I don't offend anyone (I'm sure it won't be pretty, pink and butterflies all the time) but mostly I hope that I can give someone some reality. Some reality that there are real people in the same boat that you are. Like me.
Here goes nothing!

P.S I will be posting some before pictures and possibly pictures throughout the way. I think that will help me own up to it as well. I'm done hiding and pretending things will change on their own :)

Lots of love,
Krystle