I’m a Bad-Ass Mother Who Don’t Take No Crap From Nobody
You can see my sweat.
For those of you who think my English is shot to hell and don’t know that I’m quoting Cool Runnings, shame on you! Go rent it right now. I’ve been feeling like a bad-ass mother this week. I’m not sure if all of the endorphins are getting to my head but I am feeling so strong and able lately. I can feel muscles in places I never knew were supposed to have muscles. I, obviously, have a long way to go but I can totally see progress in my photos. Sorry, kids, these photos will never be for public view since I’m in my undies. You’ll just have to trust me. The thing that no one tells you about weight training is how much time it takes. There are people who have been sculpting their bodies for years, which is frustrating for those of us with little patience. I know I’ve said it before but it’s really in the little things. For example, this month’s squat challenge is so much easier than the last one and this one is more squats each day! My form is better and I can rep the squats quicker. I even notice a difference in the way I walk. While out with Oliver the other day, I realized that I was almost gliding. Such little effort is required to walk, stand up and climb up stairs that it’s weird to stop and think about how difficult things used to be. I don’t feel as weighed down, which seems obvious since I’ve lost 80 lbs. but everything is just easier. It’s hard to explain but I hope y’all get it.
Duck face- you're welcome
I decided that I’m making a shirt that says, “I Can Rack My Own Weights,” because help has been offered to me TWICE again this week. I’m a girl, not incapable. Back off my plates! I realize that guys might be being nice but I’m insulted. I was kind of rude to the guy who just started pulling plates off my calf machine yesterday morning. I faked a, "Thank you," in the nicest way I could. It feels funny to say this aloud but I feel really cocky lately. I lived my entire life as a self-conscious person and shedding that insecurity is the most difficult thing I’ve had to do this year. To feel so good and know I look good is so foreign to me. I was like strutting around the gym this morning and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and was taken aback at how slim I looked. I hate gym selfies and refuse to promote douchebaggary so I captured myself when I got home! The gym is basically my 3rd home after work and my actual apartment. I was once a scared girl who would run to a treadmill and not make eye contact with anyone. That girl is long gone. I’m so comfortable at the gym and am always trying new machines and workouts. I never thought I would be someone who is excited to lift, can’t miss a spin class without being bummed or wakes up at 4:15 a.m. It’s never too late to become the person you see yourself as or to go after a dream. You just need a plan, some focus and a drive to succeed.