Romper Room. Romper Stomper. Same difference.

I've read that some people need an "a-ha!" moment to motivate them to start working towards losing weight.  I thought that my moment was when I left Boston and after not owning a scale for years, I was disgusted to find myself weighing in at an obese 220 lb.  Through no fault of my own (read: moving away from an area with unlimited take-out food, bars, Dunkin across the street), I lost a LOT of that weight.  Then I got sick and lost another 20lb at a very unhealthy weight.  Needless to say, I gained a lot of that weight back.

So back to the "a-ha" moment.  Part 2.  On Halloween night, I was sitting in bed working on a crossword puzzle and realized I had misplaced my pen.  I looked all over my bed, in my purse, under the pillows, etc. but it was nowhere to be found.  Then I stood up...and it fell out from my gut.  UGH.  At that moment, I made an official commitment to work HARD to get myself beck into shape, the shape I was in not too far back, and to do it in a healthy way, closely monitoring what I do and not falling into despair.

Enter www.bostonbootycamp.com .  I know, you're all saying "you don't live in Boston anymore, dumbass."  But my friend Kyra, the trainer who runs the facility, also has a GREAT virtual training program.  Last week I got in touch with her and pleaded for guidance and advice.  Little did I realize that if you ask a trainer for advice, they will actually have a PLAN for you to follow.  OUTSTANDING!  So the official deconstruct/reconstruct project started this weekend.  I did a huge grocery shopping of "clean foods", most of which I had been eating already.  On Sunday, Kyra got in touch with me with my first week's schedule.

And yesterday, I did it.  I woke up at 7:15am (as opposed to the usual 8:30), did a half hour of Wii Fit to get myself awake, made myself a breakfast of 2 CT-farm fresh eggs, 1 piece of toast and 2 turkey sausages.  yes.  I woke up early voluntarily to do something I wasn't getting paid to do.  Then I went to work, ate the food I had packed for myself, went home, and did my first Kyra-planned workout. 
And it was HARD.
I mean...dripping sweat, yelling at myself for stopping at 15 reps instead of 20, blasting No Warning "Ill Blood" hard.  And I loved it.  By 8:45pm, I had already eaten all of my meals for the day, worked out twice, showered, and generally felt more productive than I had in months...possibly years.

And then today I woke up.

And I did it AGAIN.  I was out of bed by 7:20am, did 30 minutes of yoga, made my breakfast at home, didn't even think about stopping at Dunkin, and I look forward to going home and busting my ass on workout #2 and waking up tomorrow to do it all over again.

To be able to see results in the next week isn't anything I am thinking about.  Even to see results by New Years is a stretch.  But I know that I am feeling so much better about myself.  And feeling good with me instantly drives me to want to look better.  It will hurt to brush my teeth, and I will go through more laundry in 3 days than most people do in 2 weeks, but I am so glad to be getting back into MYSELF.  It is about damn time that I start being selfish and worrying about me, and my health, and my self-confidence.

Seriously.  www.bostonbootycamp.com   .  Check it out.  get into it.  Get into yourself.  Get into those jeans you bought 2 years ago, because they are going out of style soon.