Alright, stop, collaborate and listen….or read. I’m an emotional eater. I know it. I can’t help it. When things go wrong, I go to the kitchen. When things go right, I go to the kitchen. Not feeling well, the kitchen is waiting with “prizes” to make me feel better. Bored? The kitchen is ready to play a round of “What’s behind that cabinet door!” I seriously think you get the picture.

Just this weekend, I had a minor issue occur. Sunday night, I started thinking about several different things that are personal and irrelevant. My heart started beating real fast and I felt like somebody put a lump of coal in my chest. What did I do? Glad you asked. I went to the freezer and pulled out ½ of a candy bar. I stood there with the freezer door open and began eating the rock solid candy bar. I didn’t care that it was my husband’s treat. Especially knowing I’m the “Don’t-You-Dare-Touch-My-Food-But-I’ll-Help-Myself-To-Yours” person in the relationship. I didn’t care that I wasn’t even hungry. I was doing my best effort to rip out all of my teeth. I didn’t care that I had a flashback to crying in the dentist’s office a few weeks ago (not years…weeks) as he was filling a small cavity and I’m crying like a 2 year old. No. I was absolutely eating for no reason and freaking out. How will we make it?! What will we do? Do I have to start selling organs and both of us have to get a second and third job? I took a second to….truthfully, let the candy bar melt and breathe. My eyes started watering and I thought “What am I doing?” What good was it going to do? All I was doing was turning to something that would only add to my problems. It was time to stop, put what I hadn’t eaten in a Ziplock bag. I went and read the daily journal, if you will, in a book I am reading called “Faithfully Fit”. I sat down and said some prayers for help. I’m trying here. I’m trying to turn this issue over to God. Baby steps here.

Am I the only one that used to get nervous before a workout? It’s the same feeling I had when I was in high school and had to go to the orthodontist. I knew it was painful and I just wanted it to be done! Well, I am on this kick where I’m just making an effort do my best in class. Although I still haven’t mastered the burpee but I’m trying! See, I recently went to the doctor for a check up only to discover that I have an extreme iron deficiency. I find it ironic that the word “extreme” was used. Now, I am taking an iron supplement and eating iron enriched foods. In the past couple of weeks, I’ve noticed a huge difference in my workout. Even Sarah, my awesome trainer, noticed that I’m not giving death looks and just my overall effort has increased. Sorry about the horrible looks, it wasn’t personal. Rachel says “Boot camp doesn’t get any easier, it just gets more tolerable”. It truly has. Yes it’s getting hot but I can tolerate the heat and the workout! Also, the amount of calories that I’m burning has increased and honestly, I enjoy class way more. I also take a couple of minutes to mentally prepare myself before class. I get rid of any thoughts going on and get focused on what’s ahead. Sweating!

So what’s this all about?! Should I eat a candy bar after a workout? As the Magic 8 Ball would say “All signs point to no”. It’s about recognizing your actions and doing your best to correct the negative ones. We are all different and all have our own problems. It’s time to recognize where you are failing and do whatever it takes to succeed. It takes time but if you truly stop and focus on the issue, you can eventually more forward.

The future depends on what we do in the present – Mahatma Gandhi