I have been working out since July 10, 2010.
That's nine (9) months of Vic. Nine (9) months of sweating. Grunting. Swearing. Nine (9) months of making a fool out of myself and then running to my keyboard so I could tell you about it.
Nine (9) months ago, I couldn't have carried my 34 lb child almost a mile. Saturday, I did just that -- at the Naval Air Station Corpus Christi Airshow.
Nine (9) months ago, I couldn't buy a sports bra anywhere but the plus size section of Lane Bryant. Yesterday I bought an XL off the rack at Kohl's. (Still can't buy belts, but bras? Oh yeah. My girls are shrinking)
Nine (9) months ago, an afternoon of pruning trees would render me useless for three days. Sunday, I didn't even break a sweat.
Nine (9) months ago I didn't know Vic. Or Gabe. Or Ricky (sigh). Or Mary L or Laurie L or the Other Laurie or Maria or Dana or Dee-Ann or Jesse or Liz or Lee or Rene or Tim or any of the awesome people that are now my V-Fit friends. That's the best part.
I'm still fat. I'm just not as fat as I was nine (9) months ago. And I am a whole lot fitter.
Nine (9) months.