Girl Get Yo Mind Right!?

Ahhh...Monday...how I don't love thee, let me count the ways...Why are Mondays one of the most dreaded days of the week? What if Monday's were actually Friday's and Friday's were Monday's? There's the deep thought for the day. I dread Monday's for two reasons: a) 9:00 a.m. meetings and b) Monday's usually set the tone for the week. Right now, it's hot in the dungeon (I work in a basement of a 151 year old building that doesn't have central air), and my ion standing fan has just bit the dust. Guess this is what it was like 151 years ago, minus the computer, CS5, scanner and printer ... and overhead lighting ... email ... 9:00 a.m. meetings ... man they had it made back then. All they had to worry about was who was churning the butter and piano lessons.

This week I think will be a breaking point for me. I'm six pounds away from losing 50 pounds. In retrospect I'm six pounds away from losing a 1st/2nd grader. That's mind to the blown. That sounds kind of sci-fi like I'm The Fly or The Blob...some crazy scientific experiment that went haywire. Part of me KNOWS I'm going to take it to the house and drop these six pounds like Ali vs. Foreman. But there is a part of me that is uncertain of it. Part of me is ready for what is about to come after this half-way point and part of me is scared sh*tless. I know that sounds stupid right? I should be ecstatic that I've lost as much as I have over the last 7-8 months. While I am happy with progress, I'm still not satisfied with it to a degree. I feel like I've not lost enough over the last 7-8 months. While I've maintained over the holidays, and have minor 3 or 4 pound set backs, maybe I'm still salty at myself for having to go through this all over again and then some. Maybe I'm not ready to let go of who "Emilie" use to be and who she has become throughout this process. It's not like I'm this drastically different person. I'm still the same ol' G as the kids would say. It's easy to get stuck in that "safe" place, but I've never been one to just settle or play it safe (OK to a degree like when it comes to diving off cliffs or something), and I think going through this journey a second time has really showed me that settling is never an option. I should always want better for myself, and by darn it I'm worth it! We are all worth the opportunity for something better!

So this week it's on like donkey kong. Mario vs. Luigi. Nas vs. Jay-Z. Obama vs. Palin. East vs. West...you get the picture. I've signed up for a month of fitness kickboxing and added an additional weight circuit to my normal workout. It's time to do work son!!! The big five-ohhh won't know what hit it!

By the way...fitness kickboxing was the best $50 I've ever spent. It was intense but hitting and kicking that punching bag and imagining certain people's faces on it...PRICELESS! It was loaded with kicks, punches, ab work, weight work and a ton of cardio. I highly recommend it if you are looking to add a roundhouse workout to the mix. I can only imagine what I'm going to feel like in the morning (because on top of 45 minutes of kickboxing I did an hour of cardio before that...crazy...I think so). Sorry Chuck Norris...you ain't got nothing on E NERL!

In the ring, right corner...weighing in at...(wait don't ask a lady that!)...is THE BEAST OF THE EAST!
The challenger ... holdin' on to water, fat and free radicals is ... 6 pounds from 50!

READY...LETS GET IT ON! LET'S FIGHT FAT!
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