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Fit Chicks

by renee.murphy

WHAS11.com

Posted on August 22, 2008 at 11:18 AM

Updated Thursday, Oct 22 at 1:25 PM

I heard one of the most encouraging things at boot camp this morning. I overheard a fit chick behind me saying how her clothes fit differently since she's been doing Mohr Results Boot Camp

. She was proud and I was proud for her. Denise, I'm talking about you. You may have seen her posting comments on our blogs. She has her own compelling fitness story and she's going to post it in the comments so be sure to check it out. You'll be inspired.

Skipping, tag and relay races (fortunately ours ended better than the American's in the Olympics). Childhood games were the name of today's workout. And what fun it was. We played ring around the rosy, group tag (which is much harder to play when you are 31 years old) and jump rope relay races. Oh yeah, suicides were in the mix too. Those things kick my butt every time. I was beyond sweaty at the end of the workout, but had to smile because I'd completed another week of boot camp. One week to go. We have our final assessments next week. Since the weight loss hasn't been huge maybe I will improve in some of the other categories, like body mass index and fat percentage.

One of my co-workers just walked by me saying "I read your blog. I don't see why you can't lose all that weight in the next week or two." I just smiled and reflected on the things I've learned in boot camp. No, you are not going to workout for a week and lose 20 pounds. No, you are not going to stop eating for a week and feel good. Yes, it is harder to lose weight as you get older. But really who cares what the scale says. Working out and eating better makes me feel strong. And when you feel good you look good. I may finally at peace with my weight and size. I went from roughly a size 8 pre-baby to a 12 after baby. If I can comfortably wear a 10 I will declare victory.

I know at the end of yesterday's blog I said I would work extra hard at boot camp this morning because I ate a side of fries. Boy, did I. You eat the food, you pay the price. So far, so good today and last night. I dodged Mexican with a friend for dinner. It took some strength to say no to Los Aztecos.

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