The day it started

Day 1:

I'm honestly not sure who this blog is for more. You or me.

Maybe you found this blog by following a link from another site. Maybe you know me and in a moment of not feeling self-concious, I gave you the link to this. Maybe we've never met but you're here out of curiosity.

Truth is, I'm only partly writing this for you. The rest of it I'm writing for me. I'm hoping it'll keep me honest to myself.

You see, this blog is going to be a running diary of sorts as I strive toward my ultimate goal:



What is this Tough Mudder thing and why do I care? Well, it's one of the toughest obstacle courses in the country and I care because apparently I've taken a completely leave from sanity. I want to complete it. I don't know why really, maybe it's to prove something to myself, but this blog will be a brutally honest diary as I get ready for this. The event won't happen till next year so there's time enough to get prepared. I have all the things I think I'll need:

• Complete lack of sanity
• A Marine Corps husband willing to put me through intense training
• An almost manic will to complete this
• A blog to detail through the entire process of what I'm about to do to myself.

The point behind this blog is to be brutally honest about what I'm doing here. I shall catalog my successes as well as my failures (also know as "when the brownie cravings win"). I can't say I'm looking to lose weight, I've never been terribly large to start with, but I'm not exactly brimming with muscles here either. This is about a realistic tale of one insane woman's attempt to get into shape.

And then apparently torture herself for 12 miles.

Anyway, the hubby has already written up part one of this nightmare adventure in the form of a workout program capable of inducing child-like weeping. 

I started it yesterday.

Today I am convinced my butt muscles have been secretly replaced with two cement blocks. I'm shuffling around my work, trying my damnedest to not LOOK like I want to curl up in a corner (like I totally do).

Also, I have a secret you all should know. I have a weakness for junk food. I love it. I crave salty fatty things and sugary treats and, if given the opportunity, will eat them till my face rots off. To complete this training though, my dietician (also known as my husband) has stated that I'll have to really reign this need in.

He means well.

I asked him to do this.

He knows a lot about fitness.

Right now I would gladly mug a three year old for their lollipop and I'm only 24 hours into this.

*sigh*

I think the change in food will be the hardest part for me. I had a healthy breakfast but snacks today consisted of just black cherries when all I want right now is a quesadilla. I am strong though. I will not go down to the company cafeteria and buy one of their heavenly brownies with the chocolate chips in them.

I won't.

And if I keep repeating that, maybe I can convince my stomach.