Ouch!

So yesterday I was on my way to the YMCA when my trainer calls and tells me that he cant make it to my fitness assessment. Trainer 0 Me 1. He proceeded to ask me if I wanted to reschedule or still come in and have a female co worker of his do it. I told him I was already on my way so I wouldn't wait to reschedule with him. Trainer 0 Me 2. (This is a 3 strikes program). It had already taken all the courage and strength I had to make myself get into the van with 4 kids in tow and go face these horrible numbers and tests. So, I arrive and drop my minions off at the child watch center. Skylar was beyond mad that I was leaving him in a room of toddlers. He wanted to go to the "teen" area but I'm the overprotective mom and refused to even consider it without a friend with him. By the way, I'm expecting to be the recipient of the worst mother of the year award this year. Also I generally attend the downtown Y so I was def not used to the setup of the parkview Y. I tried to find my way to the locker rooms and almost went into the mens. Then I had to find the fitness center. I walked up and down every hallway looking for it. Turns out, fitness center = the room with all the excercise contraptions (aka treadmill, weight machines ect) . That in itself tells you how long its been since I was "active". So anyways, this tiny little, tan woman comes and says "oh you must be Brooke". Uh...why, bc im the fattest one in the room sweating from trying to find the fitness center? Ok seriously, I knew what she meant but jeeezzz. She walks me through the fitness center to this little closet looking room in the back. We will refer to it as the dungeon of death. She takes my blood pressure and other random things and tells me that suprisingly (yeah she used that word) Im pretty healthy as far as my stats go. Then she did a body fat test thing...while she was doing it I was sure to tell her that my senior year I had gotten down to 17% body fat and was doing free weights with my dad 2-3x a week. She looked at me like I was trying to tell her that I was a queen or something. She was shocked that I havent always been this way I guess.  So then with a smile she says that we are going to do some fitness tests. HA....thats not what she should have called them. She sat up a stair step thingy it was about 1 ft tall. I had to step up then down. Simple, right? For three minutes. No problem, right? WRONG! By His strength and not mine, I made it through. I almost fell a few times and I couldnt feel my legs BUT I made it. Next was the push up test. Girl push ups for 1 min. If they werent correct form, she didnt count them. This was, suprisingly enough, not a problem. Then came the crunch test. One minute of correct form crunches. This one hurt. My stomach kind of fell forward and tried to strangle me but I made it out alive. Overall she said we have a lot of work to do (really?!?!) but that she was very impressed with my upper body strength. I reminded her that I was pregnant for 4 years and have been carrying children for 10 yrs. Its kind of strange. The chiropractor that I used to go to said the same thing. He couldnt believe how solid my back is. Ok so I have that one thing going for me. On my way home, I got a headache and my eyeballs ached. They actually hurt from straining to do the tests. Im looking forward (in a sick twisted way) to the days and weeks ahead. She asked me my goals and I told her, I just want to be healthy. I have hit a weight that puts me at very high risk for heart problems and other horrible things that run rampid on both sides of my family. I want to watch my kids play sports, graduate. I want to help Amy plan her wedding. I want to watch them grow up (and move out!) and start their own families. I want to spend forever with this crazy man that I love. Im always 100% ready to go be with the Lord but I dont want it to be bc of my health or something traumatic that I could have prevented. Although, when he calls its not going to matter what I try to do...Im going. With a HUGE smile on my face. Ok, so Im getting ahead of myself. Im just saying that I want to see my children grow up but Im not one to say "Im not ready bc I havent...or I want to....". Im ready to be with Jesus. To stand before the Lord and point to Jesus when he asks me what Ive done. I want to fall to my knees and tell him that I have done nothing to deserve to be there but that it is by the grace of His beautiful son that my soul has been saved from eternal seperation. I have no idea how I went from talking about deadly exercise to Jesus. But, thats my life. Im all over the charts. Im unpredictable and chaotic. Im random. Im a work in progress.....

Brooke Lynn