Ass Kicking Gloves Kicking Breast Cancer's Ass!

I got my kickboxing gloves yesterday!!!! I am so in love with them. Even though I am not a pink wearing kind of girl, I got pink to support breast cancer research. They even came with a cute little key chain. Best of all 10% of the sale went to the Susan G. Komen foundation. I am all about finding a cure fore breast cancer. And, if I can help support the cure while kicking this fat off my body then I'm all for it. Cancer, of any kind, sucks. I mean really sucks. If I had a wish, I'd wish for cancer to be nonexistent. Okay, I'm lying. I'd wish to be a billionaire. BUT, I would give countless dollars to fund the research. Cancer has touched my family and the people I love one too many times and I am not happy about it.

So anyway, I've got my gloves and went back to class yesterday as well. Last week we were out of town for Thanksgiving. Yeah...about Thanksgiving. I'll only tell you once. Ask me no questions and I'll tell you no lies. So moving forward, today I did step aerobics and I did it with my gloves on. Talk about a challenge. I was throwing hooks and jabs instead of the normal arm routine that goes with the step program. I also did some ab exercises that the Navy Seals do. Now, I know why they have them sexy ass bodies. That crap is HARD!!!!! If I can find them online then I'll post them so others can suffer along with me. St. Lucia is calling me baby!

I Think I Can...I Think I Can

Wait...I know I can. I can kick the monkey's ass before he has a chance to climb on my back this Thanksgiving. I can keep it together. I can continue my workout. I can do it. I can not eat a whole pie and half a pan of macaroni and cheese (the good kind too that is baked in the oven...mmmm). I can do it, I just have to stay focused. I have to remember that I am working towards St. Lucia. St. Lucia is so much more important than some candied yams and chocolate cake. I can do it. I know I can. I won't give in. If I give in then Ducan and Otis will be begging me to take them back. I can't. I can't go back to a relationship where all I was dependent on them. I need my independence. I can do it. I've got a plan. I'm going to stick to the plan. I won't care about hurting so and so feelings because I won't try their food. I'll fake a headache. Too bad, my friend already came and went otherwise I'd fake cramps. But wait...they don't know that. Maybe I can use that one. I'll coat my nose with olive oil so it'll fend off all the wonderful smells. I can do it. I have to do it. St. Lucia, I love you, keep me strong.

Makita:1 Duncan Hines:0

Oooh look at me. I am doing really good resisting temptation. I'm in the process of baking brownies and I didn't even try to lick the spoon. Seriously. I'm not even thinking about tasting them. You know how it is. You have to eat one because you have to make sure it taste good, right? LOL. Yeah, then you end up eating damn near the whole pan if not all of the pan. Yep. But not this time. I purposely made these brownies with walnuts so I wouldn't be tempted. I hatewalnuts in brownies. YUCK!!!! I don't know who thought this was a good idea, but it's not. Brownies are supposed to be nice and smooth, the chocolate just melting in your mouth. Ooh, thank goodness I put walnuts in them, otherwise I'd be all over them. Wait...no I wouldn't. I'm stronger than Duncan. He better not try to mess with me or he'll end up like Otis. Otis takes a beating every Tuesday and Friday in kickboxing class. Yeah, I'm weird, I know. I like to envision my punching/kicking bag as the temptations in my life.

I'm not worried about pigging out over the holidays. I never have much of an appetite during the season, not even for sweet stuff. Its usually the driving to and from our destinations that get me. The fast food places be killing me. But this year I have a game plan. Thanks to some helpful tips from friends, I'm going to be planning out our stops and packing snacks to help me avoid wanting to munch on junk. Nothing, and I mean NOTHING, is going to stop me from getting where I want to be. There is no reason why I should be dragging all this extra. I can't even blame this on the children anymore because its been 3 1/2 years since I gave birth last. So I need to get it together and keep it moving. I still need to do my ball workout today. I'm waiting for the boys to get home because they keep me motivated by copying what I'm doing. They are so silly. The other day we all got a really good workout dancing and singing karaoke. There is nothing funnier than watching little kids sing their hearts out.

All in a good day.

Another Day

So I'm keeping up with the kickboxing. I am really loving the classes. Every instructor is different which makes every class different. The instructors are friendly and everyone is the class is nice. I'm the newbie and I like that I don't feel pressured to keep up with everyone else. It's gotten better since the initial class. I thought I was going to roll over and die after the first class. My entire body hurt for 3 days after the class. It was just rough. But, now its not so bad. I really need to work on my coordination though. Its crazy because they will be jabbing with their left arm and I'm jabbing with my right. I'm getting better though.

I've been doing good on the eating plan. I'm still having a hard time breaking up with Otis. He wants to try therapy, but I think its time for us to just part our ways. I'm not returning Debbie's calls so I know she must be pissed. Oh well, it's for the greater good. I did get caught by one of my kickboxing instructors today in the grocery store buying some Hostess cakes, lol. I was trying to hide them, but then she pulled out her giant bag of Cheetos. So we vowed not to tell anyone in the class what we saw today, lol.

All in all, it was a good day. I can't wait until tomorrow when I focus on my abs. Go Makita!!!

Goodbye Craptastic Gym, Hello Kickboxing!

Yes, yes, I know its been a long time since you've seen me. A really long time. But I'm back and I'm ready and committed to doing this. Yes, really committed. I have to say I have been doing well though. I'm not big on fast food anymore. Little Debbie and I have broken up and Otis Spunkmeyer and I are separated. I had been managing to work out occasionally with doing step at home and the ball workout. But I haven't seen my gym in so long. Wait, I did recently go just to confirm to myself just how much I hate it. Its so damn boring, seriously. It is like the worst gym ever. I got suckered in by the price. I am still trying to figure out how I got roped into a gym that "caters" to women and focuses on bringing in moms, but don't have a daycare. HELLO!!!!! One of the main reasons moms can't work out is because they don't have daycare. So why in the hell would they join your gym and you don't offer that...wait, I joined that gym knowing they didn't have a daycare. Crap...but, its okay for me though because I was temporarily insane due to their low price.

But anyway, I'm happy to say that I've taken up kickboxing. It's really fun and a hell of a workout. Plus, the instructors are really motivating and helpful. They encourage you to go at your own pace and don't force you to feel the burn. I really liked that when I got off track, the instructor gave me personal attention to get me back on track. She was very friendly and didn't make me feel like a loser. Although I was put to shame by this lady over 60 who was kicking ass like a pro. The workout was rough but it felt good. I hear every class is different and that the core is always focused on. My stomach muscles are still feeling the workout. I'm also going to take the muscle conditioning class on Thursday nights when I can.

I decided to go with kickboxing because I'm a kick ass type of chick and it just aligned with my personality. Now, I'm not going to go off beating up random people...I actually already have a few people in mind. But it does feel good knowing that not only is this routine helping me take control of my body, but it is alway giving me the confidence of knowing I could defend myself if I ever needed to.

So why am I back? Why now? Next year is my 5th anniversary with my husband and we're planning a trip to St. Lucia. Sweet!!! So there is no way I will allow myself to drag around all this extra junk. I need to get it together because I want to look extra hot for the hubby. Plus, I'm tired of complaining about my weight. And, I want to be healthier. I'm not looking to have a heart attack before 30 or even a heart attack at all. It just isn't worth it. My kids need me and St. Lucia needs me to grace its beautiful beaches with my sexy body. :P