My Day

Okay, shall I talk about my day? Will my headache and shortness of breath go away if I just put my thoughts on paper and give it away to the Lord? Today wasn't unlike any other that I have had this year. I was constantly on the move/helping students in some way today. Personal life is going fine, so stress wasn't even coming from that. A couple of my friends are having a hard time, but I have been praying for them when they come to my mind. I also easily got a sub for Thursday to be with my mom during her iron infusion. It usually doesn't hit me until we get to the hospital that she really is sick. She will fall asleep or just get really drowsy and then will finally admit that it was a good that idea that I took her. I had told another teacher that I was glad that today I wasn't going home to children or a husband. I could do anything that I wanted with my afternoon. (I did find it funny that while I was writing this at Starbucks, there were a bunch of families there with the their children.) Last night was a different story. I worked out with with my Biggest Loser group. We did SPRINTS, arm workouts, ab workouts, and stretching. My arms ached last night and this morning. Yes, I understand No Pain, No Gain. But, even when I was doing the exercises, I was thinking that it would be nice to have someone to rub my shoulders. This is a tale for another post, but one of my friends was surprised when I told her that I pray for my future husband. God is the one that knows where he is and when it's our time to be together, and who wouldn't want to know that they had been covered in prayer? And so back to me sitting in Starbucks, (with a bunch of kids running around), having had a long day with my kids/coworkers. I could sit here for however long and then go home. Maybe even stop and get something to eat. Fries, It's been bad day so it's okay. A donut, well I worked today for it. No, that's the OLD CHRISTINE. This Christine knows that writing down her feelings and then giving her day over to God and going to the gym is what should be done. My head hurts even more. Why would I want to ride a bike? It's that and so many other compromises that I have allowed myself to take, to get to this weight. Last night at the Biggest Loser we had a workout and then we had time to sir and listen to CeCe and the other volunteers share the reasons why they are helping in the Biggest Loser. It was just what I needed to hear, the same struggles and to see how other women have pushed through it. Cece said when someone tells you No, that you CAN'T DO IT, someone that tears you down instead of building you up, that is the time to move like you never have before. It's in those times when you could have a pity party or when you could eat a Big mac, fries, and not work out at all that day. Or you could do like I am doing, choosing to make the right decision for me and work out. Another thing from last night was needing to take the time to see how far you have come. Not just the amount of weight and inches that I have lost, but also how fast I can run or how much farther I can do when working out. People from work and my friends have been saying that they can notice that I have lost weight. I think from another post, my sister and I can't really see it b/c we are with me all of the time. But, looking at pictures I can see the change. Having to pull up my pants all of the time, I can notice the change.