Quite literally.
I joined a kickboxing gym this week (HOTBOX fitness). And, after only 2 it is kicking my booty. I went for the first time on Saturday morning bright and early and could barely sit up in bed the next morning, much less walk. I literally asked Sean to roll or push me out of bed it hurt so bad to move (
he refused). I went for a second time tonight and signed up for a membership. I even read every word of the contract (husband, pat me on the back!) and can get out of it for A) moving 25 miles away B) getting preggers C) injuring myself seriously.
For the record, I am definitely
not planning for a, b, or c in the next 9 months. But I am excited about getting in shape again over the next few months.
My health and fitness status has gone to the birds since getting married, though it honestly wasn't great prior. I was
not in the best shape of my life on my wedding day. I lost a little weight leading up to it but mostly due to stress and eating healthier with the occasional walk/run. I was
not tone. At all.
And I digress. Essentially, I am tired of being out of shape. I was in the best shape of my life during college, when I kickboxed. It's the only workout that doesn't bore me. I am simply not a daily hot yoga girl (
I tried), I bore of the treadmill or running everyday, and I can only cycle so many days in a week. I am beyond excited to have found an amazing gym in Nashville. It's an amazing full body workout and and hour of cardio all at once. Incredible.
In other news... I chopped the 'ol ponytail off, finally! I eluded to a haircut in my long ago last post. Pictures to come! I love it and have only slightly regretted it since starting to workout again. It's a slight bit more work than when it was long and I could just walk out the door with a wet head. However, I think it's worth it. My hair looks so much thicker and is so much healthier than it was. And it will grow back fast.
Happy Monday!
