My Biggest Fans

I have mentioned that I have a fan club of my own that has four members. Hopefully, I don't need to list them out because it seems pretty logical to me.

I do have to say that my biggest fan and best supporter is Brett, my Partner In Crime #1. Although, sometimes I think he feels like he is on the back-burner, he never says one word about it. He really does help me to keep going because he doesn't try to guilt me into anything, nor does he try to make me feel any way, but good about what I am doing. He encourages me every step of the way and congratulates me when I hit a milestone. It makes it so much easier to have support at home, even if he isn't working out with me, which I have tried and offered to have him do multiple workouts with me, he declines, but he is still there cheering me on. I appreciate that support a ton!

My other biggest fan is Tyson. Brett coaches him on telling me that I'm beautiful, which at first, I was like, "he knows maybe 20 people!" Now, I'm like, "he knows 20 people and I'm beautiful!" Ha!! I'll take it for now until he hits that point when he realizes that there are way more women in the world.

Since I've had TurboFire, I've had my sister do a couple of workouts with me. She's trying to get herself back into the workout routine and is finding the same challenges that many of us find: kids, work, home, spouse, fun, etc. So, we've been trying to incorporate our workouts with our almost weekly get-togethers. It is fun and dangerous for my sister and I to workout together. One of us is going to get seriously hurt one of these days. Typically, we get to laughing so hard when we try a new workout together for the first time, that we are not able to complete it. She usually has to bust out her inhaler and I am on the brinks of wetting my pants.

Last weekend, I introduced her to a TurboFire HIIT workout. Everything was going smoothly and we were doing our thing, sweating like crazy and we get to the last interval. We were to run high-knees in between jumping jacks. I look over and she has succumbed to the fatigue and intensity of the workout and instead of high-knees, her feet are kicking in the air like she is doing a Russian dance. I couldn't help but laugh.

Signing off for now, to all of you near and far and to my sister who is either laughing or ticked that I posted this, until next time...