The Fog of Fitness...

I wanted to describe the plethora of feelings that I am getting from my new fitness/wellness program and fog seems to be the word that fits better than any other right now. I am being bombarded with so much information that it is hard to keep it all straight, in fact general mental sorting of this bit or that is pretty much in chaos as well. When I began to travel in healthier circles I had to learn an entirely different way of communicating, speaking in terms of goals, goals that were the top of the next hill, the next plateau, the next benchmark, the next personal best. Hopefully I will be able to maintain the really salient points of what I am learning long enough to establish a foundation or a sort of health habit, I am getting a taste of what some well earned endorphins can do for you and I want more. Getting up, getting dressed and getting to the morning workout is becoming routine. My day is started and I am off in it before I have a chance to roll over and hit the snooze bar. By the time the glare of the sun through the bedroom window would be forcing me to get up, I am driving back from my morning WOD, (Workout Of the Day in CrossFit-ese), clicking through a mental list of what else I have to do that day and seriously enjoying the way I am feeling about me, spiritually and physically, something new for me. Don't get me wrong, this hasn't been some stroke of lightning type epiphany, I didn't see any bushes burning, I made a decision to get better, to get thinner, to get stronger, to take control of my immediate surroundings, the body I live in and this is me doing just that the best way I can, until I find a better way. As far as just getting started, I cannot imagine how empowering it is to feel this way every single day of your life, but I am willing to try and find out. I keep hearing the phrase 'personal best' and I am really attracted to the way it sounds. I don't feel like I have ever done anything long enough to have a personal best at it but that may be changing. I found that I could touch my knee to my chest the other day, I haven't been able to do that for at least 15 years. Last night before bed I was sitting on the couch watching TV and stretching, instead of eating. I beat the alarm clock up this morning and that hasn't happened in a while. Progress not perfection. A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. The voice in your head that says you can't is a liar. It's 5 til 5 in the morning, I gotta go.