Sometimes I think about something, and then I say it out loud, and then I tell other people, and then they are excited….. and then I wonder what in the world did I get myself into?
Well, that’s about how I feel right now. I had an urge to compete, and I scratched it. But after going ‘public’ with the news, I have doubts on whether I can succeed. I was always a fitness and/or figure competitor, but now I’ll be doing bikini. Do 37 year old women really look good in bikinis? Do the poses we’re supposed to do look goofy instead of sexy? Can I proudly poke out my booty? Can I go without my favorite foods for nine weeks?
I told my doubts to my husband, trainer and some of my Facebook friends. They were all very supportive and pretty much said to go for it. Many thought I was in great shape already. Little did people know that they are the ones who have inspired me. I’ve watched several of my mom friends go below 200 pounds for the first time since being pregnant. I’ve watched my husband earn his I LOST IT shirt in a little over a month. I watched other friends compete in their first competition.
They motivated me, so now I want to help motivate them. Today was my first day of workouts. And I’m sure if I cussed, I would have cussed my heart out. It was hard and I was exhausted. Milton and I also did cardio sprints tonight. I so wanted to give up. My poor little legs could barely sprint. But he pumped me up and encouraged me to keep going. And I love him for that! So, please say a prayer for me. My success is in my hands.
My First Figure Competition (March 2008)
I always told people that I would never do it again. I said that I didn’t miss it. I talked about how I enjoyed watching other people do it, just not me. Well, fast forward two years and I take everything I’ve said back.
I was sitting at home on my bed and this random thought came into my head. The voice yelled in my ear, “Michelle, you need to compete again!” I NEED TO WHAT?! Huh? Do you realize I just had a baby last year and that my body is no longer shaped the same? What?! Have you seen my mommy pooch or my ‘close to 40’ butt? Yikes!!! Do you know how much I value a nap? What in the world?
I then found my fingers reaching for my cell phone to see when the next local competition is. It’s 9.5 weeks away. Oh boy! I begin to wonder 1) where were these thoughts coming from and 2) who will think I’m crazy for wanting to do it and talk me out of it.
So, I first call my friend Larry Jackson who trains ladies to compete. His response was, “Let’s Do It!” He said to throw on a bikini and send him a picture. A bikini? Me? I used to rock a bikini with pride, but now they hide in the back of my closet. Whew. I told him I needed to pray about it and that I’d either send him a photo in my bathing suit or some random crazy picture to let him know my mind isn’t right.
I knew there was one person I could depend on to talk me off the competition ledge – my husband. He always talked about how he didn’t like it when I competed because I was no fun to be around when I lack carbs. Surely he doesn’t want Carbless Barbie Michelle laying next to him every night. I picked up the phone to call him. His response – “Go For It!” Say what?! Do what?! Huh?
Everyone around me was supporting my decision. I thought it would be cool to try to get in shape to compete. My body is in no way the shape it used to be and my muscle defiinition has decreased. I may have to enter bikini instead of figure (which bothers me) but it could be fun.
So ladies and gents, my goal is to compete in 9 weeks. I’m hoping to bring my abs out of hiding and tighten up my glutes. I know nutrition is going to be key and I’ll be using a meal plan and the Visalus products in addition to my workouts. Wish me luck and say a prayer – I sure do need them!
I think everyone overcomes many obstacles in life. Some are larger than others and many of them make us stronger as a person. Today I was able to watch my son Maximus overcome one of his. All summer we have been attending My Gym Louisville. It’s a cool gym for kids. Maximus is in the Waddler group and he’s able to run, jump, climb, slide and swing. We love it!
They change the set up of the room around every week. Today they had a walking plank that led into a huge pit of plastic balls. Although Maximus loves the balls, he’s always scared to jump into them. Usually I’ll say, “1, 2, 3” and throw him in and he has the brightest smile. Today started like a normal day with the balls. He loves to walk across the plank, but as he gets closer to the end with the balls, he walks closer to me and holds on tight to my shirt. You can tell he’s scared. He would gradually push his toe over the edge and then step in in slow motion.
Next, he tries to climb out of the balls back onto the plank so I push his booty in the air to help him. He gets back up and once again walks to the edge. He scoots closer to me and then falls in. It takes him about four times to realize jumping into the balls are pretty fun and touching mom isn’t necessary for it to be successful. So the next time he gets on the plank, he walks to end, stands there and jumps right in. I become one proud parent! I watch him do it several more times and each time he’s more confident. In less than 20 minutes I was able to watch my son overcome his fears. I think toward the end I was smiling more than he was. I’m so excited to watch him continue to grow. I’m glad that he still thinks I can solve all of his world’s problem, but I’m also glad that he’s willing to try to solve his own!