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Keep Going, No Matter What!!

For the past couple of weeks my mood has been great. I've really been feeling good and I partially owe it to my new workout routine. For the past 2 months I've restarted my fitness routine and I am enjoying the thrill of working out, the releasing of those endorphins and the natural high that I experience when I finish working out. After a good workout I feel like I can achieve anything.

This isn't the first time that I've started a workout routine. Over the course of five years I have started and began again with exercise and fitness. Somewhere along the line, a major life change has happened that has stopped my workout routine in its tracks. One thing that has not changed through it all is my eating habits, throughout my starting and stopping of working out, I have managed to continue to eat healthy foods.

About 2 years ago I began a jogging routine that I quickly adapted to. I started out walking and within a week I was jogging half of Prospect Park. It was the most thrilling and rewarding thing I could do for myself and I got a chance to experience the "runners high" that I had heard about. About 5-6 months into my jogging routine, I found out that I was pregnant. Although I didn't immediately discontinue my jogging routine, eventually it fell by the waste side.

After having my son Jabari, I quickly started over with Zumba and working out at BLINK with my significant other. While I was out of work on maternity leave, I enjoyed my routine of 2x's per week messing up the dance moves at Zumba, sweating and, having so much fun at the same time!! I also began trying Yoga during this time which I completely got attached to. So for about 3-4 months I was doing Zumba and Yoga as well as working out with my other half  1-2x's per week.

 I started Yoga with Hatha Classical Yoga, and then Bikram Yoga ( Hot Yoga). Hot Yoga is definitely my favorite and I quickly became attached to it. The meditational aspects of Yoga drew me in deep and the feelings of complete calmness that I got during and after YOGA kept me wanting more. Finally, I was able to juggle the responsibilities of being a mom of a newborn and 2 other children while incorporating exercise into my lifestyle. Then,  I became employed as a Case Manager at CAMBA, my Zumba and Yoga routine stopped dead in its tracks. Since November I have been employed at CAMBA and I have been thinking about how to incorporate the Yoga and Zumba routine back into my lifestyle.

Fast forward to February 2015. I joined BLINK fitness and made a new commitment to take care of myself by exercising and eating well. I used to be a little intimidated by gyms, but I quickly got the hang of it and pushed past my fears. Recently, someone suggested to use the Stair Master machine at the gym. This humongous machine at the gym, just the look of it seems challenging and every time I'm at the gym I hardly see anyone using it. So of course this sparked my attention. When I first started using it I got tired so easily, I could only go for about 3-5 minuets but last week while at the gym I was able to go nonstop for 11 minuets. I was so proud of myself!!! It's amazing what the human body can do and I can't wait to see how  much more I can transform my mind, body and spirit with exercise. Right now I don't get on the scale excessively and have not meal planned or anything like that, I'm just enjoying my routines and feeling good about it. By making a plan, sticking to it and utilizing my family resources, I have been able to get back into my routine. I am still longing for Zumba and Yoga and will also figure out how to incorporate those back into my schedule. I realize that no matter how many times I have to start over I will keep going no matter what!

Information on where I go for Yoga, Zumba and Blink


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