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You know what I find funny? Some of the comments people make on this blog, and any blog for that matter. I realize that some of the blogs on here are really random. Some are topic oriented, some tell a story, and the others, well, they are just off the wall. I like to think that mine is like a topic oriented story. There's a common theme that has off shoots once in awhile. But, for the most part, its basically an online diary of my training for a figure competition. All the ups and all the downs, the weird things that set me off, my opinions and my cries for belonging. That's what this is all about. Some of the comments that are posted make me laugh, giggle, and even scratch my head and wonder "what? they must not be following along. they must have just read that one entry. they are confused." And others inspire me to keep going, to keep trying, to persevere. So to anyone reading for the first time... this blog will take you on my roller coaster ride to my second figure competition. I'm a mom of two young boys, I sort of work (LOL), and I really am focused on getting through these last two and a half weeks. Some entries are quite boring, some are kind of funny (at least they make me laugh), some are heart-breaking, but all are real. My life. It is what it is.

Okay, so... yesterday I was measured by my trainer and we discussed the diet and the workouts. She says I'm on track. I'm looking good and its all coming together. I need to stay focused on not cheating, no matter what. And keep up my workouts. She's always so positive! Sometimes I just want to choke her! Tell me the truth! Tell me my thighs are too small and have too much jiggle still! Tell me that my "V" is hopeless! Tell me that my belly button is weird looking cuz its an outy! Tell me! But nope. I don't think she sees my flaws or if she does she keeps them to herself. Maybe they are so hideous that she has fits of laughter once I leave. Maybe I need a drink! UGH! Anyway, whenever I leave her, I always feel so much better about myself. She IS honest with me. She tells it like it is but she is always positive, always optimistic. She focuses on the positive. She is a great trainer! Someone you'd want to have in your corner.

My body fat percentage hasn't budged. Dang it. Trust the plan, follow the plan. Two weeks to go.

I did walking lunges at the track again. My legs hate me. I walked one lap, ran 4 and then the parents had a meeting about the "spikes" for track. Wow. Lots of info for just a shoe. But, every sport has its technology to make you quicker, faster, better. Every athlete, no matter what sport, needs the extra edge to be a better more efficient competitor. I was amazed! The differences in the shoe types, the soles, the spikes themselves, quite overwhelming actually. But knowledge is power, right?

Then we headed to football practice. I just sit and watch. But I LOVE to watch football practice and football games too. I love watching the boys become real players. You can pick out the kids that have the natural talent and they are always fun to watch. But I like watching the kids evolve. The kids who don't have a clue, who didn't know what they were made of, who are shaking in their cleats. These are the ones I like to watch, cuz by the end of the season, they know the game, they understand the plays and where they fit in, they walk taller, prouder. They are a part of something bigger than themselves. They have confidence and they have overcome. Its really inspiring. They are our future. Then of course there are the kids who are complete knuckleheads. They are just there to be there. They could care less, they can fit in by the end of the season but they aren't changed. It was over their head, it wasn't a good match. And they are just knuckleheads. They drive me crazy! And usually their parents do too. Ah, the life of a sport parent.

Anyway, today I woke up, did my cardio but I can barely move my legs. I don't think they even straighten out all the way! LOL, but seriously, they are sore. The scale, still not my friend, 105.6. Humph. I'll just tell myself its muscle. Yeah right, do you see the jiggle in my thighs? How about in my rear? Yeah, THAT's the problem. Too many handfuls of cereal.

I'm done for now. Heading home to have my snack and hit the gym with hubby. He's alive and kicking finally and he WANTS to go to the gym. Back and biceps, baby.

Until next time...