Chris: Addicted to weights that are too heavy for me

It's ego. I know it is. Whenever Rick tells us to grab some weights, I go for the ones that I think will make me look like I'm stronger than I am.

But that's not my only problem. It's that I'd really rather be asleep... or watching a movie... or eating dinner... or having my skin buffed with a sand-blaster and dipped in a pool of alcohol that's filled with electric eels. Well, that's just part one of my problem. Part two is that I can't pace myself when I'm doing the workouts, so I go a little overboard. By the end of the hour, I'm drained.

I read all these comments from my fellow bootcampers and I hear it during the torture we endure, and I think, "Why did I ever start doing this?" But just like their stories inspired me to get back on the fitness wagon, their reasons for doing this keep me going.

If it weren't for the mother of two doing this as a way to do things for herself... or my own mother gutting it out every class... if it wasn't for the couples doing it for each other and their health... or the cancer survivor of six years... or any one else in there, I'd have put down those heavy ass 15lb dumbbells, which are way heavier than they look after an hour of use, and walked away. When, at the end of 11 weeks, I look and feel better than I ever have, I'll probably have a lot of nice things to say about these folks.

But for now, I'm cussing you under my breath as hard as I am Rick since it's your "inspiration" that got me into this painful mess in the first place.

(Seriously though, thanks.)

Kim - road block number one.

I think that the major reason that people have problems keeping their New Years resolutions is that life tends to get in the way of us keeping ourselves healthy. Family, work, activities of all sorts get thrown at us and tend to fall into our laps. We are then faced with either working out or doing what is necessary to other people and not necessarily ourselves.

I had this happen today. My brother has finally returned home from a long stay in a hospital out of state, and a day early. I took the day off of the boot camp yesterday because I wanted to go jogging at The Riverwalk, and I found out earlier that my brother is returning home and wants me there.

So, what choice is there to make? The empathetic part of me says that there isn't one. The cold, hard, logical part of me that doesn't want to be fat anymore is screaming at me to get my butt into camp. The only problem is that I won't be able to even get the full workout in. When I'm torn, I go to the advice guru who is also my spouse. He told me that we could go running at The Riverwalk again to at least get cardio in after I get back into Macon tonight, and a trainer at Gateway concurred with the opinion. So, back there again tonight. (Did you know that it's three miles from beginning to end?) (I can't believe I jog/walked that last night!)

I'm holding steady on my diet, and even though my husband came home with Zaxby's for lunch today, I chose a baked sweet potato and a seared chicken breast. Even though life is getting in the way right now, I'm learning that there will be time to keep it up later. Good for me.