Welcome to Camp

I have never been athletic. I wouldn't be able to run even if I was trying to run away from certain death. I'm pretty sure when I was made the athletic gene was completely left out. Regardless, add that to my extreme love of food and well that explains why I'm not exactly "healthy".

In an effort to make some changes Husband and I decided that we were going to start being more active, because let's face it we are not going to stop eating Grimaldi's Pizza that's just not possible. So on Friday I went to try out Camp Gladiator, a boot camp style fitness class. In one hour you learn exactly how long it takes for you to want to start crying. It only took five minutes for me. I actually considered walking out of the class but told myself that failure (a word I have been struggling with recently) was not an option. Looking back I'm glad I didn't walk out. The ladies in the class were super nice and encouraging and they made me feel so much better. I think the trainer realized that I hadn't exercised since I was 18 and was really nice and trying to help me out.

When I left the class and went to the Chick Fil A to pick up my chicken mini's I ordered the 3 count instead of the 4....okay judgmental readers Rome was not built in a day. It's the little changes that get you started.

I am thinking about enrolling for the next camp. There might be some hope for me yet. Or at least I hope there is.