Day 2: I owe you an apology Zumba

Hey Y'all!

Well its been a few days, ok so more then just a few since I last blogged or danced. I know I know. Life gets in the way sometimes. Unfortunately. And I'm learning to not let it. To be honest I was really sick last week almost like the flu, I was on my butt (literally) whenever I had the chance. Zumba was the last thing on my mind. Thinking about that, us mom's or stay at home mom's or part time stay at home mom's, we have SO much depending on us. Cleaning, bills, schedules', pick up's, drop off's, cooking, laundy, the list goes on. I am in NO WAY complaining what so ever btw. Starting this journey of health I've realised that I've put my life, my health and ME on hold for SO long. Kind of sad really. I don't think I'm the only one either when I say that. So starting a journey of health and fitness to get me to my ultimate best, its like adding another item to the list. I BIG item. That's where I'm struggling with it. Yeah, I know most of you say well you only have ayden in the mornings, so do it then. This is true, but I also have drop off and pick up for hubby (the joys of one vehicle!) and regular chores that I have. Ok really Krystle enough excuses. Seriously. With that said I am proud (yes, PROUD :P) to say that as soon as the girls and hubby walked out the door I strapped on my belt got my water and danced away. It was THE best dance session. I was finally getting the groove of it, not feeling bad. I felt strong. I had the sense of "you go girl". When I was done, my short 20 minute beginner workout, I was drenched! I felt accomplished that I really put it all into it. I really wanted to do more.
The funny thing is, well not funny really, for the first 10 minutes Ayden cried and stood in the corner. I stopped for a second, thought to myself, now how am I going to do this?! Well, I picked him up, sat him with his pillow, his blanket and milk on the couch beside me and told him mommy was going to shake her booty and not to cry. I turned around, got back up and kept on dancing. The old me ,would have said "ah screw it! I'll do it later" and never would have got around to doing it. I also told my husband that I was clearing out the cabinets and fridge wednesday before I go grocery shopping. Anything that is "bad for you" is out! Mind you I have 4 monkeys who all have a sweet tooth, so their snacks and treats will stay but to a minimal. I don't want to have the temptation there! If its not here, I won't eat it. And by no means am I denying myself of anything, gosh no! If i'm craving chooolate or a pepsi, I will walk to the store across the street and buy a single serving. I have trouble with just having a "piece" or a "tiny portion" knowing that there's a whole roll of yummy ritz crackers in the cabinet that would go so well with some cheese! Does that make sense? I need to start eating MEALS instead of quick snack on the go. As busy mom's I know SOME of you do the same thing. If not all. We're SO busy with everyone else that we forget to eat, or we just grab something on the go. So my promise to myself, is to eat well, live strong, and enjoy life to the fullest.

P.S I took before pictures and measurements this morning as well. I will re-measure and picture again in 4 weeks. I'm not sure if I will be posting JUST yet.

Much love,
Krystle

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