Clawing my way back

Xavier and I on a date before his haircut.

I look at that picture and I think a few things. One, I seriously need to get my hair did. Two, my little baby is turning into a big kid. And three- how sad do I look? I was really happy in that picture, full of joy and totally in love with that boy. I was enjoying that moment. But to look at me, you'd think somebody had a gun to my head.

Last night I had a terrible time falling asleep and I was thinking about how much things have changed. Losing my Mother has made me dig my claws into my family while avoiding people and things I used to enjoy. I hadn't exerted any effort in anything---my home is a wreck, I've slacked off exercise (beyond mediocre bootcamps) eating like crap.... Today I've decided to turn over a new leaf. I'm going to finish painting the living room, catch up the laundry and do tabata sprints (20 seconds on, 10 off X 8) and cook dinner.

Today started off with a killer boot camp:

1/2 mile run

2X 50 squats 15 chest to ground push ups

50 crunches

15 heel taps

5 minutes incline bike/run

2 rounds, 1 minute each:

Dumbbell Swing 20 pounds

15 burpees

Thrusters 30 pounds body bar

jump rope

Assissted pull ups

Jumping Jacks

Box Jumps (20")

Lateral line hops

Medicine ball slams (12#)

2 minutes rest between rounds

2 tbsp hemp protein powder

1 tbsp rice PP

1 tbsp flax oil

1/2 banana 8 frozen strawberries (2/3 cup) water.

My arms already feel like doo doo. :) I'm hoping to hit a crossfit class Thursday and/or Saturday morning.