Ah, the holidays. Such a glorious time of year. I actually LOVE Christmastime. I love the warm glow from the lights on the tree. The snow that has (hopefully) fallen and made the world look pristine and beautiful. The sparkly sweaters I get to wear to gatherings at friends' houses. The wine. It's all quite romantic really. And we all know I'm a romantic, and a total sucker for this. Anything seems possible during the holidays!
This year, though....this year it meant a big hiccup in my routine. It meant missing days at the gym. It meant eating that oh so delicious cheesy popcorn, that I don't even remember anymore, but my hips do. It also meant getting a doggie. My very own buddy. She's adorable, and we were going to walk miles every day and get in lots of exercise, and then I learned something...she sucks at walking on a leash. Out went that plan. In came the guilt of leaving her in a kennel so I could go to the gym. I'm quickly getting over that guilt. I'm not much good to her if all I want to do is lay on the couch or stay in bed all day. A healthy, fit me is going to run with her, play with her, walk her daily.
So yesterday was my first day back at the gym since Christmas eve. And it was beyond awesome. Trainer Jason heard my pre-holiday request....I wanted to box. So last night, I got to put on the gloves and punch! And it was AMAZING! FANTASTIC! SO MUCH FREAKING FUN! I even got a comment from someone else about how much I was smiling during my workout. So, boys and girls. I'm back. And don't mess with me or Mama's gonna knock you out!
