I forgot how fabulously wonderful it is to workout and move.
To push yourself every day and actually feel improvement from one day to the next. To go up your own stairs without getting winded! To sit in a chair and smash your leg against the seat just to see the dimples in your leg and butt slowly disappearing (don't deny it. We all do it). To wake up in the morning and see the changes in your body (that no one else can see because we women are delusional when it comes to body image).
"Look honey! You don't see it? When I turned my face this way yesterday it gave me a double chin and when I turn my face that same way today, there's one less chin!"
I am starting to sound like a workout-a-holic! Or a crazy person….
Don't get me wrong, having spine surgery and being forced to do nothing was amazing as well. I got to lay on the sofa, watch reruns of criminal minds, and eat all day long. It was incredible. I was so out of commission, I couldn't even carry my own purse!
Well, at least I tried to convince Bode of that.
But it all came crashing down when I actually had to start rehabbing. I couldn't breathe and the extra layers I had put on prevented me from actually doing a side bend!!!
I had had enough of my laziness when I experienced the impingement of my side fat.
So that's where I am at now.
Working out 2-3 times a day.
Getting my fitness and body back to being volleyball ready and drinking green stuff they call juice? I don't know why I am smiling in that picture because that stuff is. absolutely. terrible.