A Hard Habit to Break...

Today was a bitch of a day...one of those days when nothing goes as planned.  Meetings ran long, I had to work through lunch forfeiting my spin class and payroll didn't get finished by the time I had to rush out the door to pick up David from school then Ryan from school and get across town to their dentist appointments. (yes that was one hell of a run-on sentence)

After both boys were sporting pearly whites, I ran back across town to pick up Haylee and drop David off...so by now it was 5:00 and the blizzard of the month was in full effect.  (no I'm not talking about Dairy Queen)

I missed my work out during the lunch hour because the boss man said so.

I ate 1/2 my lunch so my stomach was basically eating itself by 5:00.

My water bottle mysteriously had mold in the straw.

I carted three kids around for three hours straight.

The roads had gone from bad to worse.

My gas tank read 23 miles to empty.

I had EVERY excuse tonight to rush home, put on some warm pajama pants and cook the pork chops sitting in the refrigerator.  But I wanted nothing more than to get in my daily workout...

 {exhausted but it was totally worth it}

One thing in my favor is that the kids love the daycare inside the gym, there is so much for them to do there and they pretty much beg to go.  On the way home we stopped at Subway for sandwiches, Ryan said "this place is awesome mom, we should come here more!"

{550 calorie favorite}

I am dedicated but not stupid, I knew the roads were getting bad so I did forty minutes on the elliptical and got out of there knowing I would finish up after the kids went to bed with my shiny new kettle bells.  (compliments of my company, a thank you for working there five years)

{squats with a twenty pound weight blows chunks}

I have changed horses...the exercise I was doing before was definitely forced and something I told myself that I just had to do if I wanted to make changes in my life.  Now I'm going at least five days a week and have developed a habit, without another thought as to why I'm doing it.  When my muscles hurt for days and when I'm drenched with sweat, I feel good because I know it directly correlates to the number on the scale, the way my clothes are fitting and why everyone is taking notice.

{it doesn't hurt to take pictures anymore}

I'm suddenly a girl who at well over two hundred pounds can out last some of the twiggy's in my aerobics class, which should probably be against the law of physics.  I have lost 25 pounds over the past six months so if this is all it takes to keep that ball rolling?  I've got this one in the bag...