Moxie for Life

what a few more hours in your day can do. I’m officially out of school and promptly came home and cleaned half of my house. Man, that felt good. I had a 45 minute nap. Lately I sleep so hard that when I get up I have to get my bearings, my head is spinning and I forget where I am. I think I’m bit tired.
Anyway, I feel so free. I do have to go back for graduation tonight, but that’s easy. Last year I came away with about $200 in cash and gift cards! Worth the extra two hours at school.

I’m on autopilot diet wise and I feel soooooo great. My body is handling this like a champ.  Hoping to lose about 5 more lbs of water/ fat. I know there isn’t a lot of fat left to go but I swear my upper thigh/butt is hanging on to at least 1% with all its strength. Last time I checked (about 2 weeks ago) my BF was 11.4%. Personally I don’t want to be less than 9%. I talked to a new competitor friend and she says many people err on the side of too lean for first competitions. So, I’m trying to watch it.

I think my day count is one off, but heck at this point does it really matter - NEXT Saturday is all I need to know.

First, let me say how grateful I am for all of your comments and support. I am always so blown away by the sincere and uplifting statements from you all.

Here are my thoughts, 9 days out…

1. I might actually start looking the color of my face on the blog with all the greens I’m eating.

2. A lot of walking in the sand could go either way on a cardio or a leg workout…I’m going with cardio.

3. Your hips do a lot of work when walking and playing volleyball in sand. (Middle School beach day)
4. Nine days sounds like an eternity. I’m hungry.
5. When Tony says we’re gonna drop some water, he isn’t kidding. I’m in the bathroom, well, a lot.

6. I am no longer 14 and cannot tug-of-war like I could have when I was ACTUALLY 14. Proof is in the extremely bruised hand.

7. Competition dieting is EXPENSIVE. I spent $35 on Asparagus last night!

8. I’m so tired I sleep with my mouth hanging WIDE open these days. I’m sure it isn’t pretty.
9. I’m so tired I got confused when I got up at 1 am to pee and weighed myself. I can’t remember what it was.

About the pictures, maybe on the weekend. We’ll see.

I’ve pretty much been in a hole this week. I was tired, hungry and pissed. I felt like a MAC truck rolled over me, then backed up- twice. I was dragging my butt to work and feeling hateful and questioning what the heck was I thinking doing this with a teaching job, three kids and…whatever else I could come up with. Then, somehow, this morning, a light broke through my dark, cloud filled sky.

On the way to the gym this morning I began to ask God to help me and really thanking Him for how far He has brought me. I seriously had a 180. I’m still tired and hungry, but I removed the pissed part. I’m excited to finish my journey strong. To be in control of my words and actions. I chose this and I need to choose words and behavior that are good or keep my mouth shut. I can’t use my hunger or exhaustion as an excuse to treat others like crap. I refuse to have this become a bad memory for everyone around me. So, these next two weeks will be better. No matter what.

By the way, 14 days!!!

I’ve been asked this a lot lately. I’ve come up with a little object lesson to illustrate. Sorry, always the teacher.

I feel like I’m on a road trip. There is no one else in the car that can drive. They are all too young or drunk. I just threw that in for fun. I’m on the stretch of the 10 in the middle of Texas that no one bothered to build a gas station or even a Stuckeys. There is nothing to do but drive. I am close enough to my destination that I HAVE to keep going, and there isn’t a stopping place anyway. The gas is low and my eyes are drooping, but I press on. The music and the positive thinking aren’t helping anymore, only the thought of how freaking good the destination will feel. I’ve been in the same clothes for awhile. Everything is dirty and looks bad anyway. Large sweaty men go by and smile eerily as I barely have enough energy to open the window to air out the car from the last round of passing gas. None of the food I have in the ice chest sounds good anymore, I’ve been eating the same snacks for the whole trip. A nice warm pan of lasagna sounds tasty. MMMMM. Mom’s lasagna. My eyes snap open. Was I dozing? Oops. The signs whiz by with the countdown. I’m almost there but it’s getting harder to stay on the road. Couldn’t I just stop for 5 minutes? Nope. Al. Most. There.

Am I nervous? A little…but, ask me again in about 10 days. Mostly I’m just pooped.

Oh, and my period didn’t stop. It was just late. Darn.

Not me. Everyday I have this great plan to clean one thing. The floor. A bathroom. Fold a load of laundry. By the time workout is done and dinner is over, I’m ready for bed. Who cares? There will be plenty of cleaning time later, right?

For some reason I”m bouncing off the walls today! I’m getting really pumped and ready to go. Only 19 days left. Man I want to put my hard work to the test! My new suit is on it’s way and I bought my makeup yesterday. I need some baggy pants for the day of. My diet hasn’t changed but I’m expecting that to happen soon. I’m pretty lean so maybe I won’t have to change it up too much. oh please, oh please, oh please?
I see a burrito and a margarita on the horizon, I hear it calling my name.