HIIT

It's supposed to look like this:

But I didn't even come close. I think I looked more like this:

Life in the "After" means recognizing limits, and then making peace with them. I would hardly have called myself athletic prior to cancer. But in the "After" it is tempting to look over my shoulder, and lament the many losses: muscle mass? Shrunk. Endangered, even. Fat? Unwanted. Thriving, though. Finding ways to change that? A challenge to say the least.

My first attempt at HIIT was both discouraging and Hilarious. Discouraging because I learned how weak my body has become. 20 seconds of push ups, then 10 seconds of rest, repeat. Um... how about 2 push ups. And then collapse in a heap. But it was hilarious because all 4 dogs joined in. Jake piled on me first, followed by Lady. Then Sam & Harley joined and it was just a tail wagging, barking and pink kisses mess.

So I will keep trying to be that HIIT girl. Ok, well maybe not the blonde bombshell above. But my own humble version!