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Boot Camp

07.07.09 Posted in Reflections by

Have you ever had your ass kicked? It happens all the time on the movies, the hero or the villian takes a beating but seems barely phased. That’s total horse crap in case you hadn’t guessed yet.

I don’t know how I got to where I am today. I suppose a little reflection on my part would illuminate that… but that’s for another time. Somehow I signed up for “boot camp” through my gym and last night was the kick off. Sad story short 20 minutes in I wasn’t sure I was going to leave on my own two feet. I physically got worked. Hard.

I didn’t have any delusions of grandeur going in–check that. Of course I had delusions of grandeur going in, how else can you explain someone like me signing up for something like this?! I clearly thought I could do it before showing up, but a group of mostly women showed me up for the better part of 60 minutes waking me to the reality of how bad things are for Camp Neal right now.

I’m 33 years old and 273 lbs. About 1/3 of that is pure fat. Shit. That’s hard to say. But that’s the truth. The last time I was at a healthy weight I was just out of high school… over a decade ago. I don’t want to go to boot camp again today, but I will. And I’ll go again and again until it either kills me or until I reach my goal of getting to a healthy weight. I’ll keep you posted.

2 Responses to “Boot Camp”

  1. Jill Neal says:

    Babe – I’m sorry your asker was handed to you on a platter. I’m proud of you!

  2. Seth says:

    Its OK babe, I’m the one who got myself into this mess! Now its time to get out… for you and little tukums’… and most importantly, me.

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