So I'm starting....again. It's not like I "stopped" willingly. Yet, here I am...starting again. What's the reason this time? Well, technically, this one is valid. I survived a near fatal car accident. My car didn't, but I did and you would think my legs would be happy to jump up and down in the bootcamp my line sister and I signed up for the day before I t-boned. Nope, my body went on strike and decided breathing in and out would be a task without pain. I stepped on the scale and I was mortified. My weight doesn't immediately show so no one can really tell I gained 15 lbs in a month, but my frenemy, the scale, can't hold water and tells all my business.
So I'm starting....again. I like challenges. I like goals. I don't like pain and that is a major deterrent when it comes to working out at full capacity. I don't recover well. I hobble around the house and office looking like I joined Fight Club (I can't talk about it...there is no Fight Club...forget I even mentioned it). Whenever someone says "No Pain, No Gain", I really want a paddy wagon to zoom to a stop at the curb and pick them up because they are clearly exhibiting masochistic behavior. That has never motivated me. I am motivated by being naked. I love being as naked as possible, but all of THIS cannot be as naked as possible, in public, without me putting in work and even then, the way my marriage vows are set up, there are still limitations.
So I'm starting....again. Let's see what happens.