Attack of the Jiggles!

OK, My tree is still up, but the holidays are officially over. How do I know, well because we finished the last of the chocolate truffles last night surely that alone can signify the end of something big...

All of the girls in the Parlor have got me thinking... so many getting in shape trying to eat healthier, setting the bar higher and higher every day. I am super proud of them, but I feel like a slug cheering them on... knowing I am only half heartily committed, sitting at my computer making excuses. "Oh, I'm just waiting till my tennis shoes arrive in the mail." and "It was raining."

Well, today the sun was shining, my tennis shoes were here just waiting for their first adventure and where am I? Hanging out in the Parlor dreading the attack of the Jiggles. Freaking out knowing that as soon as I stepped on that tread mill, that the junk in my trunk was going to Jiggle like there is no tomorrow.

But, I did it. I made myself go and check out this new gym that I have been hearing about and let me just tell you, not only did it Jiggle, it shook and shook like their was no tomorrow.

Yes, ummmmm... after the tour of the gym. (Which by the way has more beautiful people in it then I ever knew existed in our small Midwest town... )
I found my way through this cavernous place all the way back to the cardio section. Of course you have to walk by everyone and everything to get there... Incredibly cut people in the weight rooms watching you go by as they pump that iron... muscles bulging that I didn't even know existed... People pounding those poor little racket balls like there is no tomorrow, and stretchers with their lithe little bodies cooling it all down. No, not what I at all expected in my little town.

Determined however, NOT to walk out of there with my head down and tail between my knees, I found the only empty treadmill. Started my Ipod and tried to breath as the lighted sign above my head scrolled though this motivating little sentence...

"Hey You... On The Treadmill... Pick up the Pace... You Slacker!"

As if this were not enough, I looked to the left and little Miss Wash Board Abs is running her little heart out, barely breaking a sweat... While Mr. Biceps on my right is not only sweating, he is running on that treadmill like bad guys are after him. So, what do I do? Decide in that moment that it is time to pick up the pace way sooner than I had expected or intended. So, yes, not only did it Jiggle... it shook at cataclysmic rates. And the whole time I prayed that Mr. Midlife Crisis on the elliptical didn't have a heart attack. I have never wished I was more invisible in my whole life...

But, I did it and it felt GOOOD! I even jogged for 5 minutes at the very end. I was mortified within an inch of my life, but I'll tell you what... I was motivated too. More motivated then I have been in an awful long time... The view today outside my comfort zone was surreal and I thought about many things during that 35 minutes and all of them has got me ready to Pick Up The Pace and I have a feeling that this all happened for a reason. Motivation is found in different places for each of us... but for me, it is in the 4 walls of that gym.