Feelin' good and lookin' good

Yesterday was my third private ass-kicking session with the goddess I call Ellen. We've been laughing a lot lately - sometimes I look like a elephant in tap shoes trying to move gracefully through the series of booty shapin' exercises she gives me. Let's take my jumping jacks for instance. Um... er... seriously. I wouldn't want a video of that posted on Youtube. That's all I'm sayin'. But they are improved since week one, by a lot, so I'm confident that with my continued hard work and perseverance, they'll be graceful, strong, and awesome soon.

I can't believe I am 2 weeks into this 28 days already! It's going sooooo fast. Too fast. I don't even really have time to digest all that I am doing or assimilate all the changes in my body. Friends say they can see the difference - I can't - but I feel, well, crazy awesome! I need a t-shirt that says "I AM FIERCE" because that's how I feel. And it infects all the other aspects of my life, too. What happens in the gym definitely does not stay in the gym. I feel more confident to take on new challenges in my personal life, i.e. dating (yuck!), and at work I'm a little bit more bold.

I know that I'm still too stuck on the scale - I think Ellen may physically escort me from the building if I don't get past that soon - so there's work for me there; To let go of the scale, of the results (or not) that show up there. What I'm doing for myself with this challenge is so much more than that. And it will come. Ellen keeps telling me that it will happen after the 28 days is over. So I have to keep bringing myself back and reframing my assessment of "success". I feel successful. Right now. Not in 5 pounds. Not in 50 pounds. Right now. I feel like I have accomplished something so huge that there really aren't words. But here are four: I haven't given up.