Death By Max

I believe that this little cartoon rings true when it come to a little piece of equipment called the Bowflex Max from hell, y’all! The Grim Reaper was alive and well at my house around 8 am this morning and he meant business.

I have fallen slack a little bit on my goal weight and my ultimate goal is becoming a lifetime member at Weight Watchers. I’ve also been approached by the staff at WW asking that once I hit lifetime, they’d like me to come and be a leader. I was flabbergasted and said, “What, me, why me?” What an honor but I’m not sure I can fit this into my life but I am still very honored to have been asked.

Well, I decided this week, since I have exactly 12 weeks ’til I find my butt on the beach and I am crazy excited to be in a body that will support a tankini more comfortably, I gotta get back excited about getting the last of this weight off and reach goal. As y’all know, as we get older, time moves a helluva lot faster and those 12 weeks will be here before I know it.

So, in my pursuit of goal, I’ve decided that I’m working out on the Death by Max machine at least 2-3 days a week, riding my bike at least 1-2, walking at least 2 days a week, doing yoga for 15 minutes 2 days a week, and using my ab machine 3 days a week. Whew! I’m also doing this to try and light a fire under the Professor’s/husband’s butt who has not worked out since we got married. He’s still fine as heck but I know he will say things about himself and feel uncomfortable on the beach and I don’t want him to feel that way because it can take away from a good time.

Today started that quest and I could feel death upon me as I reached the 8th minute, yes 8th, this machine is literally a killer, and thought I was a goner. As I made it to my 10th minute, my lungs, thighs, butt, and brain were on fire and I thought, “Well, this is the end.” So, I added 30 more seconds once I hit 10 minutes because I wanted to add insult to death or something or I had really lost my mind. As I fell off Max after he tried to kill me, a whimper escaped my person, but damn it if I didn’t do it and I lived to blog about it.

I’ll do abs tonight and pray for a good night sleep as I will be waking up early tomorrow to do yoga. I love my yoga, y’all and I do it through Gaia and they have great programs. I do a 15-18 minute one and it wakes me up and gets me going. I also diffuse Plant Therapy’s spearmint, pink grapefruit, lime, and lemon while I’m yoga-ing and that wakes me up too.

Here I am 45 years old and I truly feel as if I have reinvented myself. I finally feel good in my own skin, I’m married to a man that loves and cherishes me, I have two awesome kids and three awesome step-kids, though one of them isn’t happy with me right now, which makes me sad, and a business that I adore. I am so thankful for second chances and the wonderful people in my life. But Max, you aren’t one of those bits of happiness, I hate you,  and I’m tired of you trying to murder me. Stop it right now!

Y’all hang in there trying to reinvent yourselves whether it’s weight loss, getting more exercise, having a better attitude, or being a better Christian . . . you have the power, don’t forget that, YOU HAVE THE POWER TO CHANGE YOUR WORLD, YOU JUST HAVE TO REALIZE THAT POWER AND USE IT!

Love y’all!!♥