Work It!!!

Yesterday I celebrated my 39th birthday.  It's seems so weird to me to say I'm 39 years old.  I never really appreciated how long that is until yesterday.  I am not one who is trying to fight the clock to stay forever young.  I will take my wrinkles and my age spots, the aches and the prolapsed bladder, as it all comes along.  I will not however waste any more of this precious gift we call time.  I've been sick for about a week.  Body aches, fever, and one of the worst coughs I have ever had in my life.  At one point I was considering some old world medicine (aka a shot of tequila) to see if that would help...instead I opted for a shot of antibiotics right into my untoned patooty and that took care of everything except for this cough.  Since I couldn't breathe to begin with I figured exercise was out of the question.  I have been seeing a trainer for two weeks now.  Well, yeah, this is the second week and I assumed my cough was my get-out-of-sore-muscles-free card...but...we all know what happens when we assume something.  So I went to the trainer today and he said we would "take it easy" which made me really happy.  Of course I should of asked him whose definition of "take it easy" was he talking about because easy it absolutely was not!  My shoulders and arms are killing me.  In fact even as I type this my elbows and shoulders are locked i a position and the only thing moving are my wrists and fingers.  If there is something set above my head today that I will die if I cannot get to then I guess I'm gonna be hittin' the dusty trail! But I must admit that mentally....it felt great walking out of there knowing I had finished my workout. Knowing in my heart how much I wanted to cancel today. I can do this. Not without complaining...not without a little help from the people that love me...but I can do this. This is a conversation I had with my husband afterward:

Me: Can you believe that even after the trainer heard me coughing and gasping for so  he just said "okay Jeanette lets do 2 more sets".

Hubster: Yes

Me: What do you mean yes?

Hubster: Because that's his job.

And when I hung up the phone I thought about my role in all of this...My job. And I realize that that is how I need to see all of this weight loss journey (because from now on I refuse to call it a struggle!). As my job. I need to do it everyday. I need to realize how great the benefits are. How blessed I am to have  this job...and in the end...after I've punched in my hours and given it all I got....I get to cash one hell of a fat check (my health!). And I think....though it's not the easiest job I ever had, it'll definitely be the one I will never regret!!!