Boot Camp

Me, a recovering bulimic and alcoholic, doing the Boot Camp thing. Last week come Wednesday, I could not even walk, feeling as if struck my a vehicle. Running in the gym for 40 minutes on the elliptical like a hamster in its cage does not even compare! Needless to say, I fell in love with this new discipline.

After each session of BC I feel so high, like I just took a swipe of something. My body is so addicted to that feeling, that euphoria. I use to get this from purging and drinking. Spiritually I am learning to receive it, but to be pushed and to push my own body to physical greatness is prime. I need that physical feeling. Looking back, I needed this since a child. I loved bruises, cuts, scars. Sports allowed me to nurture this. I was a self-injurer before all the rest! Time to turn it around!!!

Mitch is building Eric's site. It is under construction at his testing site but here is a peek:

Elite Fitness Bootcamp


Today I have all my needs met. I want more, but am ok without. I have purpose today, a path which my feet trudge and my eyes can see the road ahead. It lingers off, but I have faith that it is there, it will be there, and day by day I get to explore it. How beautiful is that.

So my plates suggest:



Some get it right away, some don't and ask. So far I have gotten:
1. Sober 8 times (that from my supervisor, very funny)
2. Sober Brat
3. Or just, whaaaaat?

The lady at the DMV finally asked "ok, I give up, what does it say?" Then, she casually asked me, "So how long you've been 12 stepping?" I discovered she had 12 years and this was no coincidence. God work is truly brilliant!