Moxie for Life

If you want my advice, yes it’s free. I’m not a professional. But, please don’t tell me you are asking me for advice because you don’t want to pay someone else for it. Maybe I should get certified. Then people might think they HAVE to pay me.

1 pound of fat loss per week. Puts me at 112 competition weight. I think that sounds fine. I’m pretty sure I was about 107 last time and felt too thin. We’ll see. Where do I get this idea? Just made it up.

My friend who comments here sometimes sent me a lovely email today about her brother completing his BFL challenge and sending in his pictures. I was so humbled and excited. This is the reason I choose to continue doing all this fitness craziness. The reason I continue to wear a ring inscribed with “inspire”, even thought it’s pretty beat looking.

Here is the email:(I took out the names just in case they want to remain anonymous.)

“Hey Martha,

I thought you might like to see the pictures of my brother in law.  This was his first BFL challenge.  He and my sister are going to do one together now.  You probably don’t realize but you indirectly were the catalyst for his transformation.   Because I picked up the book because of you and then my husband decided to do it with me and then my dad decided to do try it b/c of us and then my brother in law decided to do it b/c of my dad.  Thanks from all of us for the inspiration.

Love you”

That means the world to me and made my month. Thanks friend. You have no idea what you mean to me. I guess it’s time to tell you. xo

Diet Fork!

I’m ready now. Still waiting to talk to T, but my determination has kicked in.  “Do it all the way or don’t do it” is my motto right now. I’ve decided that when people ask me questions about eating, etc. (Why are you eating that?) my new answer is “I’m a pro bodybuilder”. That ought to shut ‘em up and keep me reaching at the same time. I mean why not? Heck if you’re gonna dream, dream BIG!

What’s your dream?

I went school shopping the other day. I was on my way out but thought I’d drop in Old Navy too see what their pants were like. Behold! What did I see? Tents. Huge shirts. Not empire, but big giant blouses that could double as maternity dresses for very small people. Seriously, who is buying this crap? It’s not only ugly, but is it sending the message “Hey, it’s fine to get fat and unhealthy. We’ll just keep it camoflaged.”

I guess the upside is we might not have to see people shamelessly pouring themselves into clothes that are too small.

I got my meal plans last night. Now, I don’t want any jealousy, but I do have a few interesting things on them. 1. Myoplex DELUXE…yep, DELUXE 2. Cottage cheese and 3. Avocado.

Did I please the great and pwerful OZ Tony and get rewarded?

I have two words: YEE.HAW. Ok, it’s one and I actually don’t know if it’s  word, but that’s how I feel.

And how can I not take the challenge when you’ve got a friend in your corner sending you words like these:

“Big goals…Listen to these words……….listen closely……………………

“And The First Place Trophy goes to Martha Bangs!!”"

This is the description of my head right now. I thought I had my mind all made up about competing in October but now I’m wavering. I’m feeling pressure from school. I am teaching two new classes next year and I have a hard group of parents to please. I’ve been very weak in my resolve when it come to family gatherings this week. I’ve already missed two workouts and I’m just not sure what direction I should be going in.

I feel that if I don’t do it now, I may never do it again. I’m also looking at the scale and getting pissed at myself. I WILL not go back to where I was before.

Do I need a swift kick in the butt or should I just focus in on my work for now? I know I WANT to do it, but I don’t want my work to suffer because of my priorities being elsewhere. I don’t have the luxury of time. I have to make this decision NOW.

I still haven’t gotten around to an actual conversation with Tony. Maybe I should start there.

…And she’s trying to use them. I seriously LOVE leg day. My first back to T workout was legs. YAY!  I killed it. I even did my squats on the Olympic Rack, not the Smith Machine. I can’t go as heavy but I like the way it feels more. I feel stronger. My max today was 6X95. I’m happy with that.

I don’t have my meals yet, just eating clean. I mean I did it for 6 months straight I can probably guess what the thing is gonna look like. I doubt if there will be any big surprises. Like, “Hey Martha,  have a couple of handfuls of chocolate chips everyday at noon. Love,T.” Hahaha!

So far my biggest challenge it getting the water back up to speed. Ugh. Heeellllppp I’m drowning.

Thanks, April for THIS.