Starts with G…

G is for…this new gadget I picked up today. It’s my reward for finishing my 3 week BeachBody accountability challenge. I have considered getting one for a while, but today I read a few articles that pushed me to finally do it. I’m a very goal oriented person, so things like activity trackers and the like motivate me. So far I have one run under my belt with this Apple Watch (though I forgot to hit start and track it as an indoor run…doh! Learning curve!) and it told me that my little 30 minute run burned 258 calories. I love having info like this at my fingertips! I plan on doing a strength workout later this evening.

My BB coach invited me to participate in a new challenge which goes for 90 days, though it has already been in progress for about a month. I’m all signed up and ready to go. The My Challenge app is really awesome. I love using it to post before/after pics, record my workouts, and chat with similarly minded ladies. I feel like this last challenge changed me. Exercise doesn’t feel like as much of a chore. I even look forward to it most days. I feel better about myself physically and mentally.

Maybe I really should become a BB coach, huh? Something to think about.


Had my Shakeology this morning. I tried vanilla for the first time. I’m not sure yet if I like it more than the chocolate. More time is needed. I had planned to get up early and get a workout in since I’m busy tonight, but it didn’t happen because I had a bad night of sleep. More on that later. But…last night D and I went for a late night run and then I came back and did Upper Fix. This is the last week of my current accountability group, but I definitely want to join another one. I think another coach friend is about to do a 21 day fix group, and 21 day fix is my fucking jam, so…

I’m going to stop weighing myself for a while, I think. The numbers are all over the place and it’s making me crazy. On Monday, the scale said I had gained seven pounds overnight. That was the day after a seriously strenuous eight mile hike, so I know that had a lot to do with it, but my motivation and self esteem still took a huge hit. So fuck the scale. What really matters is that I feel good, like better than I have in a really long time. I’m going to keep on keeping on, do my thing, and ignore the scale. Well at least until we replace the batteries, which are almost dead. 😂

Dave says he can see and feel a difference in my body, but, most importantly, he sees a tremendous change in my mood. That alone is worth all the hard work. 

If you’re on a fitness journey of your own and need a pep talk/accountability pal then hit me up. Available for fitness dates 💜