That's Not Bacon You Are Smelling...
That's fat burning baby and we got more ladies tearing it up this week. Congrats to everyone who lost, first of all. This week we had...
Lucy has lost 12lbs to date!
Jane has lost her first 10lbs and gearing up for the Half-Ironman in two weeks!
Angela bought some junior sized jeans. Wow!
Becca got into 10's!
Jessica bought 4's!
Amy is in the 170's for the first time in...like forever! LOL!
April met Hillary Clinton at work!
Bill bought man panties for our competition that would embarass a french man!
Girls, if I missed you let me know! I'm having a hard time keeping up with how many successful girls we have!!! LOL. Now that's a GREAT problem to have. Woot woot PNP Girls!
A Personal Reflection...
I'm coming to a close of eight weeks of build phase competition training and preparing to start the epic part of the whole journey...the 12-week precomp training schedule. It's hard to believe that eight weeks has come and gone. Life has literally changed so much and I ain't just talking diet.
The week I started this journey, my son was diagnosed with autism. I knew in my mind he had it even though my heart didn't want to accept it. Secretly I told myself that he was misdiagnosed and then over the course of eight weeks I have learned more about him and me than I ever thought possible.
Logan is a fighter like Momma. He's strong willed and has a determination to succeed. Because of HIS fighting spirit to be outgoing, funny, willful, and thirsty for knowledge I quickly realized there isn't anything that child can't do without help from me and Chris.
The easy thing to do eight weeks ago would be to give up my dreams for the both of us...no stepping on stage for a figure competition and no stepping on stage for a college graduation. That's not who WE ARE, though. Logan has shown me through all HIS hard work the past eight weeks that he is training every bit as hard as I am...it's just his competition has a much longer prep phase.
I've also learned what IS important in life. It's not TV, sleeping in, eating what you want, or what others think about you or what you are doing. All that matters to me is what Logan's eyes, my eyes, and my husband's eyes all reflect back to me at the end of the day. I say that because one day I hope that Logan can read my eyes as well as I read his right now. That's probably Momma's #1 aspiration for him. I want unspoken connection between the BOTH of us. I want us each to know what the other is feeling and thinking. For now, I'll settle for knowing my baby even if he doesn't know me as well, YET.
I also have to be able to look at myself with pride knowing that I am still Corinne and not just Logan's mother or Chris' wife. My fitness is my own personal #1 priority and it's worth missing out on junk food and fast food, it's worth getting up at 4am to workout and get in my PNP time, and it's worth losing time with the TV, a book, or other things to have it.
My sweet husband. What can I say other than he's got a tough road. LOL. The queen ain't easy living with these days between 2+ hour workouts, low carbs, calorie restriction, lack of sleep, and then just all the other stuff going on. He's been great through it all and I hope my muscular body in August and possibly a long weekend just the two of us getting pampered or playing poker will make up for some of it. I love you baby, if you read this. :)
Anyway, we are all doing very well, working hard either in exercise or therapies, eating our "competition diets" (Logan is on GFCF), and working towards goals just like I figured we always would. We might be taking a new and bumpier road but the destination will be same.