And in the middle of week two, a fighter emerges...

Alright.

I'm sold on this gym/running/C25k/exercise/losing weight thing going on in my life right now. So sold that I nearly doubled the time that is on my plan for this week. My mother is worried about my knee/back/health/heart/everything and I know she loves me, and that is why she is worried, but I'm really feeling good.

I was worried about all of that too until I realized one thing: Exercise is doing good things for my body. I've already dipped under the 230lb mark. I haven't seen that weight for a few years. I haven't EVER run like this in my life. Aside from my Jazzercise days, I don't think I've gotten my heart rate up to target in years either.

I don't use an inhaler anymore.

I'm bound and determined to get under 200. I weighed nearly 260lbs nine months ago tomorrow. Probably more than that, but I didn't want to get on the scale to show it. Now, I'm fitting back into clothes that I haven't worn, AND I'm not *just* fitting into them. I'm comfortable in them. It is a truly great feeling. It hasn't been easy at all, but most of the best things in life aren't easy to begin with.

Something changed last week, though. We completed Week 1 of the C25k two weeks ago, and then we both got sick. Knock down, drag out, go to bed at 6pm and not eat dinner sick. It was horrid. No energy and no way we were going to the gym. In the past, it probably would have been like pulling teeth to get me back there. I would have had excuse after excuse.... but like I said... something changed.

I was anxious to get back. Anxious to start week 2. I was looking forward to exercising. I seem to always look forward to it now. I keep my soundtrack rotating motivational pushing kinds of songs and I look forward to the mixes that I throw together. I'm looking forward to a body that doesn't go directly to the plus size section when clothes shopping, and its a great feeling.

Being sick felt like I had a murky blob in my body. It felt like we had just pushed through this great week of exercise and then something took over and brought us down so that we wouldn't continue. Let me tell you this: that murky blob got its butt kicked yesterday and today, and if it ever thinks about coming back, the same thing will happen.

Makes me that much stronger...
Makes me work a little bit harder...
Makes me that much wiser...
So thanks for making me a fighter...