sept 7 measure

body fat 24.5%

Chest 37
Biceps 12
Waist 34
Hips 39
Thigh 22
weight 151


Oct. 29 2015
chest 38.5
bicep 12
waist 34
hip 39.25
thigh 22
weight 149

Jan 2016
body fat 23.5%
Now pregnant.  No more numbers for a few years.

Numbers July 27, 2015

Biceps 11 3/4
Chest 37
Waist 34 1/2
Hips 39 1/2
Thigh 22
Calves 14 1/2

Weight 149 Body Fat %25

Spartack.

I get to run the Stupid Spartan Saturday.  I would like to think I am excited but I don't know what I am.  Due to tapering and vacation this week I have not exercised hard all week and I am going crazy.  I can feel all this energy coursing through me, begging to be released.  I want to move it move it.

I knew exercise was important to my sanity, I just didn't realize how essential.

I am crazy.

Pent up undirected energy source am I.
 

Bryan's Numbers

Jan 14 2015

Chest 44
Waist 40
Bicep 13.5
Hips 42
Thigh 23
Weight 215.7

Feb. 16

Chest 42.5
Waist 39
Bicep 13.5
Hips 41.75
Thigh 23
Weight 210.6

March 20

Chest 43.3
Waist 38.5
Bicep 13.5
Hips 41
Thigh 22.5
Weight 207.1


Oct. 29 2015

Chest 44
Waist 38.75
Bicep 14
Hips 43
Thigh 23
Weight 213

Feb. 1 2016

chest 44
waist 39
bicep 15
hips 43
thigh 23
weight 216

June 23 2016
chest 43
waist 38.75
bicep 14.5
hips 42
thigh 24.5
neck 16.5
calf 15.75

Numbers

Weight 151
Body fat 25 %
Chest 38
Waist 34.5
Hips 39
Thigh 21
Bicep 12

Totally can do a pull up or two.  I am an Amazon woman.  Today I did 100 burpees.  I feel like I can chase down an antelope and eat it raw for dinner.

O.zone

Have I mentioned how much I love o.zone fitness?

Because I do.  I started mid-January, it is now April 3.  My arms are huge!  Okay, they only got a little bit bigger, but they are full of muscle instead of fat and water.  I don't recognize my arms when I rub them.  Or when I go running and by bicep is big enough to bounce.  But beyond my arms my entire body has gotten strong. 

And I am never bored.  And I never have to wonder when/if/what workout is going down that day.

I love it.

I love feeling strong.  I love messing around on the playground with Micah. 

I can do one pull-up. 

Weirdly, now that I am stronger and messing around more I realize more and more how capable I am and that transfers to my kids.  Who freaks out the most when a kid tries a new stunt?  Overweight grandparent or parents?  Watch non-kids at playgrounds.  The more overweight or old the adult is, the more prone they are to freaking out every time their kid does anything adventurous.  But when I test the limits and realize the stunts aren't that big of a deal, the more confidence that I have in my kids to accomplish whatever they want.

And that does not mean I will be confident while we are around cliffs next week.  I doubt I have conquered my fear of heights yet.   

Hmm, maybe that is why through Christ we can rise above all.  Conquer all.  He has done everything and has confidence that we can recover from our own stunts.  Regardless if we stick the landing or not.

Milestones

I just got done reading Melskitchecafe running updates.  She reported having a breakthrough.  And that got me to be brave enough to write some thoughts from Saturday.

I guess all good break through moments have darkness to start with.  I have been frustrated with my weight lately.  Stupidly so.  And even while I am concerned that not only have I not lost any, but gained some, I am berating myself for even caring about the numbers.  I am above worrying about numbers.  I know I am feeling strong etc.  That is what is important.

Plus I am dealing with a terrible cold/laryngitis which has caused a lot of lost sleep and anxiety from taking decongestants. 

So, not feeling so great.  Or strong.  Kind of flabby, tired, and struggling to keep up with anything.  And part of me is concerned on how on earth will I get through the Spartan when I am still not tough.

So, Saturday.

I went to Zumba with Tess.  How I miss fuze fitness and Tess and friends!  How I miss moving my body for the sheer joy of movement!  Working out at o.zone has been wonderful for me.  But I miss my buddies and joy of dancing. 

And I saw myself in the mirror. 

At my first bootcamp Tess had us introduce ourselves and say why we were there, what we hoped to accomplish.  I hate to be predictable and everyone else was saying stuff like weight, strength, blah blah blah.  So I said I wanted to rock the Spartan next year.  At that time, I would have a year to prepare for the Spartan.

My head laughed even as I talked so big.  I knew I would never do the Spartan for a thousand reasons.  But hey, dream big right?

I also didn't want to have loosing weight as a goal because I had been working out, and hard, and not lost any weight.  I needed to accept that I wouldn't be getting any smaller.

I saw myself in the mirror Saturday.  And I saw that I have gotten smaller.  I have gotten stronger.  I am going to rock the Spartan.  And it hasn't even been a year yet.  I still got a few months before the Spartan.

Dreaming big has really paid off. 

I am grateful for this journey.  For this new strength.

I don't know if I can write that emotion.