Loving the results! 8 weeks into personal training . . .

I am so happy, I wanted to share with you the positives and general fabulousness of this moment.

I am stronger, in more ways than one. I feel terrific. I’m starting to fit back into clothes I’d given up on ever wearing again, and I’m going to spend some of my spring break taking in the pieces I bought this past fall.

I mean, look at the difference:

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Another weigh-in this Saturday, and measurement, and then I think I will sign up for another session with my trainer. I have momentum and I want to keep going. I think this might be the healthiest I’ve been in a really long time.

But you know, part of the struggle in this has been with avoiding feelings of selfishness. I’ve redirected funds that realistically ought to have gone into the student loans I’m still paying off. Or into something for the house, or the car. Or the kids. So many different things that need doing. However, I realized partway through this that as much as I have to meet those obligations (and I am, slower than I originally planned), by going to the gym and getting a trainer, I’m investing inĀ me. In my future. I spent most of my pre-teens and teen years and a lot of my twenties and thirties being a couch potato. That sedentary lifestyle is going to bite me in my formerly spreading arse in another five to ten years if I don’t make up for it now. So that’s what I’m doing. And yes, I know I’ve posted about this before, made efforts to get healthier and more active, done Weight Watchers, etc. I’ve learned that healthy means maintenance. I’ve also learned that it gets easier as the kids get older and more capable of looking after themselves.

And I’ve discovered that I really love going to the gym. Me, the kid who hated sweating and feeing out of breath and avoided physical activity at all costs. I love challenging my levels on the elliptical, and I feel empowered by the circuit training. As much as I feel guilty for not dedicating the money toward my loans (in the fall, I’d promised myself I would get the damned things paid off in a year – sigh), I’m worth this. All of it.

After all, we only get one chance at life, at least that we remember.

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Book Review: Through the Door (The Thin Veil #1) by Jodi McIsaac

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I wasn’t sure what to expect when I first started reading this wonderful book. I was delighted that it had a Canadian setting (personal bias!), and I enjoyed the prose and the imagery.

And then it got into the magic, the Tuatha de Dannan, and I was hooked into the adventure. Moreover, an adventure undertaken by a mother, a woman with responsibilities and purpose. Loved that. Plus, magic!

This novel is a gift. It’s truly remarkable, bringing readers on a slow burn up one side of a mountain and then over a rainbow. I loved the unexpected plot twists — some of which I saw coming, and was not disappointed, and others that came out of nowhere and were equally delightful — and wished there was more time given to get to know the cast of characters beyond the major players. I felt a lot of connection between this tale and the world of Lost Girl (Showcase), as well, and one of my favourite movies, Willow.

I’ll be adding the next books to my Kindle at the next opening in my credit card.