Holiday Parties..WHOMP! WHOMP!

Hey everybody,

Sorry but we might all be Debbie Downers this week. I, too, attended my work holiday party and there was quite the spread...chicken, pasta with loads of garlic (smelled incredible), french bread loaves, red velvet cake, chocolate cake, cookies, pies, homemade tomales, homemade salsa. You get my drift. I'd already had 2 of my meals by then but that pasta tried its hardest to seduce me...and in my mind my response was "HELLO LOVER!!!!!". And I sang it and that chocolate cake love songs in my head while I tried to drown it out with the noise of crisp carrot and celery sticks as I nawed and nawed and nawed. You know, it wasn't really that bad. My mind is truly made up after all. What made it hard (and awkward) were all the people sitting there chewing on chicken bones and manhandling tamales in my face and glancing at me with a bit of concern that my plate was overflowing with carrots (sans dip) and a damn apple with tall bottle of water. Since it's work, people were far too polite to ask why I wasn't eating more. Very few people at work know exactly what I'm doing. My supervisor is one of them and he looked over and giggled saying, "Karlisa, sure you've got enough to eat over there. You know there's plenty of food." He's the nicest man in the world but in that moment, I was thinking Ha, Ha Hell mofo!!!!

Which brings me to my next point and probably the biggest challenge thus far-- (TIF) The Irritability Factor. Oh yes, I find myself in a TIF more often than not lately. My brain knows it's my body getting used to me taking better care of it. But whoa...the tummy hasn't gotten the memo. I can't wait until it all syncs up. I had an all-out bi*ch fest last week (which is not like me at all...honest). And, although feeling up to going to bootcamp has been hard, I'm always so hyped once I get there. I always feel soooo much better when I leave. I'm always so glad I stayed for the next class. And honestly, although I don't feel like I look different per se, my body is already performing differently. I want to do more for longer. It takes longer for me to sweat and when I do, it's not as hard. I recover faster. I'm more willing and confident to Push!! So, all in all, I'm feeling good. It ain't easy but like we say, "If it was, everybody'd be doing it."

OK, 1 party down..3 more to go!! We got this!! (That's my brain talking to my tummy.)

Until next time...

P.S. Vicky and Bea ROCK...They were beasting in class on Thursday...And, Thanks Bea for staying on me Friday!

P.P.S Yeah..weekends still suck