Toot Toot

Yeah, that's right. Toot Toot or Honk Honk. Either way, I'm tooting and honking my own horn!

The gym that I work out at had a Leave a Legacy Challenge through the holidays. They gave you a card, and each time you took one of the classes on the card, the instructor signed off on it. If, at the end of nine weeks, you had taken 33 classes, you got to sign your name on the Legacy Wall.

And look who signed it! A Girl Named Kelly Kelly. I did it. Thirty-three classes in nine weeks! And really, I did more than that, but that was all the card held.

There is a sign as you walk into the gym that reads: Half the battle is showing up. And that is really the truth. Some days I'd rather do most anything but exercise. Some days I'm a quarter of the way through an hour class, and I think well, I'm just going to leave; I don't feel like finishing. But I stay. I stick it out. Since I had two C-sections and never went into labor, I've never really had an endurance challenge. I have learned a lot about my own endurance. I have learned not to quit.

Most days I happily go. I have started to enjoy exercising and sweating. Sometimes when I'm on my spin bike, I count the drops of sweat that fall off me onto the floor. Silly, I know, but it gives me a great feeling and makes me work even harder.

Now if I could just learn to quit craving cookies, chocolate, etcetera. Maybe I'll set a Legacy Challenge against sweets for myself and sign my kitchen wall when I go a week or two without something sweet. Nah, who am I kidding.

Thanks for letting me toot and honk my horn! I really am proud of myself.

Till next time...