Where did I leave off?

I'm back for a second my old friends. Okay a real quick run down for those who've just joined.

I started working out in April. April through August were really good for me I did great I was Unstoppable. I was losing weight and I felt it, I felt great. September, well actually I think more like late August I started getting bored. I changed it up, started attending water aerobic classes. Those were cool and I was finding my stride again. Then one of the aerobic instructors quits and I get bored again. October and November were total loses as far as the gym was concerned I was rarely there and the eating habits started slippin.

I'd say in late October I started feeling sluggish again. I had put some weight back on. Maybe not much but I could feel it. My energy level was down, I was getting tired throughout the day, and my sleeping was starting to suck again. I was eating later at night and this was causing me to not sleep comfortably. Lets just say the roller coaster was starting to go the wrong way on me.

December hits. Enough,is enough I said to myself.

I don't know who got motivated first me or U2 Chick (who had been the greatest workout partner ever in August and September)but we made our way back to the gym. December was a good month, I'd say I went to the gym a good 17-20 times in the month of December. The eating wasn't still really under control again. But I was back on pace at the gym.

Okay now we're in 2007 and I've gone to the gym 2 out of 3 days in this new year and I'd really like to go tomorrow before work. I have my energy back and I'm sleeping good. The food, ehh, I'm doing good I could be doing better. I'm trying to do Juice It Up more than Starbucks these days, but the Caramel Machiato's are sooo bomb all nice and warm at this time of year. True, U2 Chick and I did discover Californialiscious, but we could be doing more....and we will. Just watch

I'm drinking lots and lots of water and pissin like 20 times a day. Before I swim my laps at the gym I go into the steam room for at least two songs on the IPod, which by the way has become a huge part of the work out. I thought I forgot my head phones today and about spazzed out. I love rockin out in the steam room with my IPod. I sit there and rock back and forth, sometimes strumming my air guitar. I really don't trip on what people think. Honestly I don't even think they trip.

Matter of fact the other day there was no one in there and I got up and started dancin. Dude I couldn't help it, I was rocking out to Wham Rap!! '....enjoy whatcha do!'

Anywayz, I noticed the other day I don't mind looking at myself in the mirror as much as I used to. I used to hate mirrors I avoided them at all costs. I really hated everything about looking at myself in the mirror and the task of losing weight just seemed like and endless probability, and not even a possibility.

These last few weeks I'm looking in the mirror and I'm seeing progress. I look and I think, huh, maybe I just am going to make it because I can see it. I can see the progress. I can see it I can feel it and this drives me right now. I wonder whats going to drive me 3 or 4 months from now what walls or obstacles I'm going to face and if I'll get over them? Word, JR Peace Ese'....yeah fool I said Wham Rap!!