And then some....

So yesterday I posted about stress and what I go through mentally and physically when I'm stressed out.  I had to go into work today for 3 hours (not onerous).  I decided to go to the gym after.  I did some upper body weights (to help tone my arms for the strapless dress that is in my future).  But since I was alone, I decided to do something I've never done:  run on a treadmill.  Not just run on a treadmill, but doing moderate wind sprints for a minute with a 30 second recovery.  I did 10 of them.  And I didn't fall off the treadmill!

I then watched the Spain v. Paraguay match on tv (I don't plug in my tv at home) and ran on the elliptical the whole time.  I logged 86 minutes of vigorous activity between the windsprints and elliptical (with a warm up and a cool down).

I will say this time and time again, and I will put it here so that I remember:  One of the reasons I got fat is that I accepted the obstacles as being immovable.  I'm getting healthy because I know I can move the same obstacles.

At the same time, the fat I have on my body is not the enemy.  It is my fuel.  It is my story.  It is what will bring me to where I want to and need to be.