WonderWoman

I'm starting to get really excited about this whole BeachBody thing.  And I'm totally amped about Turbo Fire.  As soon as it is released to coaches, I'll be buying it.

For those of you who know me, you know I'm not overweight.  In fact, not to toot my own horn or anything, but I look pretty darn good for a mother of two!  But I've got soft parts that I'd like to tone up a bit.  I don't want to lose weight, I just want to lose some body fat and gain some muscle mass.

While thinking about all of this healthy living and BeachBody stuff, I've also been thinking about going back to school.  Actually, I've been thinking about going back to school for some time now, but especially in the past couple of weeks.  I've already started my masters in education, but I really don't feel like it is for me.  Sure, I like the vacations that come with teaching.  And I actually like the whole paperwork/homework aspect of it.  But I just don't feel like it is right for me.

So, I was thinking, perhaps getting a masters in exercise science.  Hmmmm.  Maybe?  It is something I like.  Something I've already got a base knowledge about.  And it would work hand in hand with my BeachBody Coach business!  It would also fit in well with my new life with my new hubby (once we actually get married!) who is very health conscious.  I also want to lead by example to my two little boys.  I don't want them to get caught in the trends of today's youth of being extremely unhealthy and possibly obese!

On a completely different note, I got a phone call from my soldier tonight!  Which normally makes me extremely happy.  But tonight, when I hung up and should have felt like I was floating, I didn't.  I felt like I had let him down.  We could only talk for a little over three minutes.  He had asked me last week if I could come up to GA on the 25th to meet his little sister who is on a 10 day leave from her deployment.  But I just can't.  Financially it is impossible, let alone trying to find someone to watch my boys again.  So, I told him on the phone that I can't make it.  He didn't sound upset or anything, but I still feel like I let him down.  He had to get off the phone with me so that he could call her and tell her that she has to find other transportation from the airport to his post.  It sucks.

But I wrote my nightly letter to him and started to feel a little better about it.  And when he first asked me, he told me it wasn't a big deal if I couldn't.  I just really wish I could.  Oh well.  I've got to get over it.  And I'll be in GA in 18 days!!!!  WooHOOOOOO!