I am a story teller. So when you share a story with me I feel the need to share a similar story with you. I can play this game over and over as it never gets old.
The other night after Jazzercise, I notice my instructor had a new car. She proceeded to tell me why it was time to get a new one. I then shared my reason for getting a new car and then we moved onto car accidents. 30 minutes later we landed on parking spaces and from there I told her about an episode from Curb Your Enthusiasm. All of the stories were somehow related and we could have kept going except we were both standing there holding all of our gear; freezing because we were sweaty and it was 50 degrees out.
Last night my husband told me about a guy at his work who had a view of the Twin Towers when they went down. I have already shared my story of 911 but I love to know what peoples personal experience is. So I wanted to know more. I was asking my husband questions and he didn’t have answers because he is a listener and I am a questioner. It may not be important to the story you’re telling but I like to see the BIG picture. So if I am struggling with the picture I interrupt with a question.
A month ago I started a Booty Bootcamp as well as a new lifestyle diet. Thirty five of us working towards the same goal with only a month to achieve the goal. On Friday we found out that the program was going to be extended another 2 weeks and today the trainers decided to try something different. They wanted to know what goals did we want to reach in the next 2 weeks. After class I went in a weighed myself and I overheard some of the girls sharing their goals. My goal seemed so lame when I said it to myself but it is what I really want because it frustrates me everyday. I just want to hold my legs up straight when we do Pilates. I want to be able to touch my toes and I want to be able to do 10 push-ups. I have already reached my original goal. I had no idea that my body would go through such a transformation. Day 3 I had a breakdown because chicken wasn’t allowed on the diet. I was nauseous from withdrawals for 10 days from cutting out sugar and bread. The first week I lost 5 pounds. I could barely stand/ride in second position on the spin bike. But when you look at me now I have dropped over 15 pounds, lost 4 inches in my waist, and not only can I stand in second position; I can spin at full speed. Because we didn’t know each other in the beginning we weren’t using each other for support. It was just a bunch of strangers. Well, today I learned that one girl secretly binged on Cinnabon. Another couldn’t stop eating pasta. This happened because they do not have the support like I have. When I am frustrated my husband reminds me of how I got here. I jumped into this like it was a job. I wanted to do the best job that I could possibly do. I learned how to cook differently! and enjoy it! I have learned a lot about myself on this journey and I know I am better because of it. I liked hearing about everyone else’s experiences today and realized that everyones journey is different.
I guess this is why I started this blog. To share my personal experiences with whoever wants to read about them. I enjoy sharing them!