Well...I'm back - right, wrong or indifferent, lol. I've been purposefully shying away from posting for the last few weeks because I lost my way for a little while. I'm not proud of it but that's the honest truth.
Bad news first: BIL is still dying. Probably won't make it six months. We told my nieces and I cried for three days. No joke. I've come to the conclusion that God is good but life sucks. 'Nuff said. And yeah, I'm still turning 40 in six weeks and I'm no happier about than I was than the last time we chatted. Getting older sucks. There's no getting around it. I feel like I'm being put out to pasture, lol.
What I did about it: What does every woman who's more than a little depressed do to get out of her funk? Get a damn haircut!!

I promptly marched into my hair salon and slapped down a photo of Sarah Jessica Parker with a chin-length bob from a few years and asked my hairstylist of 20 years to make me look like that. And you know what? HE DID. Haha Everyone's been commenting on how much younger, vibrant and sassy I look. This wasn't just a haircut, it was soul-cleansing. I'm not kidding. He lopped off a good ten inches and I felt the weight of the world come off my shoulders. I feel a thousand pounds lighter - at least. It doesn't solve every one of my problems but it's a start.
Good news last: Something kind of shifted in me the last three to four weeks. I'm sick and tired of feeling like the victim here. I want to be a strong woman not just fit. I'm tired of being told that I'm tiny and small. NO I'M NOT!

So, I contacted some trusted people I know in the fitness industry and started inquiring about lifting some serious weight. Not the bull**** pink dumbbells like I'd been doing either. And no, I don't want to be the next female bodybuilder but I do want to add some muscle - in my upper body specifically. They suggested that I start with weights that were 5X the amount I'd been using. I was shocked but for once I didn't argue and just went with it. They also said I should be doing a full-body circuit training routine three times weekly and cut my cardio down to 10 minutes of steady state after the routine. No more hour long sessions. I had to pick what to focus on - building muscle or losing fat. I choose muscle, lol. To reiterate, I'm
only working out 3x a week for 45 minutes and I have so much more energy than before!
And then a couple of days ago the most AMAZING thing happened to me: I was brushing my (now-shorter) hair and when my arm was in a bent position and half-flexed, I could see in the mirror a definite bicep!!!!!! Not huge but HUGE FOR ME.

Holy Batman!!!! I. Have. A. Bicep. My body is actually capable of more than just losing fat. I can actually flex the damn thing any time I want, lol.
But the trade-off is I've never been so darn sore in my life! My abs hurt when I cough and laugh from the deadlifts I've been doing. My arms and shoulders are crying at the end of the sessions. And my legs are on fire from all the squats. I don't care about the scale anymore. I REALLY DON'T. The number doesn't define who I am. The scale has tortured me for years but no more. I just want to feel good about my body and lifting these weights in heavier increments does just that. I thought running was the ultimate high - not by a long shot for me. I fall into bed completely exhausted on the days that I lift but that's what I need right now. And you know? My abs didn't vaporize into thin air b/c I quit running (which was one of my fears). In fact, they are sharper than ever. I added about 300 kcal to my caloric intake on the days that I lift b/c to gain muscle, you've got to eat. Not an easy concept to wrap my head around but I'm doing it. My weight is still the same but everyone tells me that I look great even though the scale hasn't moved. Weird, huh?
Alright, end of my so-called rant. Hope everyone is doing well and I'll check back soon.

Thanks for listening to me.