Falling Down

Hey there all,

Sorry it's been a couple of weeks. I didn't realize it had been that long since I posted. I feel good, but I don't feel like I've lost any weight. The week before last I didn't exercise at all! I was having trouble sleeping through the night so I overslept my alarm almost every morning. We have this new mattress, and my husband loves it, and I don't. He sleeps heavier now, so even with a CPAP mask on, he snores and the stupid mask blows cold air at my face, and makes this high pitched whistling sound; it's aweful!! So, I'm not sleeping very well.

I realized that with major morning exhaustion, I'm going to have to work out after work. So, I joined a kickboxing class. My sister, Lexi, with the perfect body and metabolism, takes kickboxing 2-3 days a week and has been trying to get me to join with her forever. I went last Tuesday and it was crazy.

I didn't want to go. All day, I thought, "How can I get out of this?" So, I called my mom and offered Lexi ride, thus obligating myself to go! I only had one real goal for the class Tuesday. Some might think that it should have been to feel good. Others might think it should have been to enjoy myself. But my one real "WIN" for the night was, "Please God, don't let me fall down!"

You see, I have this problem. Whatever a person has in their brain, or chemistry, or equilibrium that helps them to always walk upright and not bump into things, I don't have it. I fall down all the time. Sometimes I trip over obvious things, sometimes I trip over nothing, literally, NOTHING! In fact, one of my favorite Selah moments involves me falling, but that is a story for another day...

So, my "Win" for the night was to stay upright and not look like an idiot in front of a room full of strangers. I bet you're wondering if I accomplished my one goal.

I did not.

About 3/4 through the class the instructor made us take some laps jogging around the room and his wife jogged along side me. Her fatal mistake was speaking to me while I was trying to do something athletic. She asked how I was doing, and I responded by falling on my face! Lexi ran by with a grin on her face, and my friend Kat, who also takes the class, just didn't look down at me (but I'm sure she was laughing!). The instructor and his wife helped me up and told me it wasn't the first time someone fell, and I told them it probably wouldn't be the last time I fell.

I went to Fitness Kickboxing 3 days last week. Saturday was the worst. The instructor took caffeine before class, and turned up the heat. I almost puked! But I made it through, and I will be joining the club next week when my 2 free weeks are up.

I'm very excited about this. I pick my sister up for the class making it hard to flake, so it provides me the perfect accountability. Plus, it is kind of fun. Not a lot fun. :)

I hope you are all doing well. Maybe my next post will be the story of my infamous fall after a Selah concert.

amy