Ehhemm....

I have to disclose something. I was a braggart.

Remember last week when I said I went to exercise class... and I said that I only hurt a little bit... Last Wednesday....Well....I went to exercise class again on Saturday....And I hurt...still today....I have a hard time sitting down....I have a hard time standing up....It hurts to lift my arms from my sides....This is my "punishment" for telling every single soul that I came across that I started an exercise class and I only hurt a little bit... I over did it... But I'm going back on Tuesday night....

I'll try not to be a braggart anymore. Ok I'll try not to brag about the getting fit thing, I might have to brag about my kids OR husband OR some project that I complete that is really cool or I do in record time.

p.s. I really like knitting socks magic loop style - I might even finish a pair in less than a month - braggart - I know :)

Getting fit

I went to my first exercise class in over a year on Tuesday night. I had major anxiety because of the stupid blood clots, but I have the doctor's ok so everything is ok to start....As I sat there, women and men came in, sat down and my anxiety became greater. They all had the "right" clothes and shoes and lean bodies.....

But I went out onto the exercise mat and I did "it". "It" was a total fitness class - kickboxing ish, Pilate's ish, yoga ish. It wasn't pretty. I have left/right issues. I didn't die. They didn't have to call the ambulance for me. And I felt like I would eventually get all of the moves down - if the teacher doesn't change up too often. I felt good when it was over - sweaty BUT good.

Yesterday I was bragging to a co-worker about how good it felt to exercise again and how I didn't hurt at all. I was worried that I might not have pushed myself hard enough.

Hmmm, this morning I woke up and my legs hurt, my back hurt, my arms hurt. Hurt in a good way, not bad enough to take Tylenol.

I like this feeling. I'm moving forward.