The end. For now.

Surefire Bootcamp, July edition is officially done!

Not going to share my results yet though! Can't let the cat out of the bag too early!

A lot has changed this past month...way more than I thought possible.

1. I like oatmeal. This revelation has come in just the past week. Maybe not so exciting for you, but my breakfast possibilities have been broadened!
2. I actually EAT breakfast?! I used to wait till lunch to have my first meal, but now I eat TWO breakfasts! Crazy...
3. The concept of actually getting up before 7... I've rocked 4:30 every weekday for the past month, without fail! Quite impressive, if I do say so myself...
4. I can actually SWEAT! I was told that the more in shape you are, the faster you start sweating. Upon further discussion with Emma, we concluded this applies to overweight people as well. Before bootcamp, I couldn't break a sweat to save my life. Good for me, I wasn't overweight-or in shape... Now, depending on what I'm doing, I can start sweating within 10 minutes. Woot for being more in shape (and smellier!)!!
5. My sense of navigation in the dark has gotten better. My nose is grateful.
6. Better diet! No pop or candy or going out to eat for 4 weeks (with the exception of last night and today, where I have been celebrating like a fat kid returning from fat camp). A lot more fruits and veggies and fiber and protein too. Other than being annoyed at having to spend an hour cutting all my veggies after buying them, it's been really nice having healthy alternatives to snack on rather than ridiculous amounts of junk food.

I've also realized that I take after my mom, who takes after her mom. We're eaters. If we're happy, sad, depressed, excited, bored, hungry, not hungry, adventurous, numb, you name it, it's an occasion to eat - certainly not a good habit to continue until my dying day. So while I recognize the problem, it's hard to resist the urge to munch.

ALRIGHT! It's time. Please keep in mind I screwed myself this week because I moved and found out my grandma has lung cancer, both events screwing with me terribly.

I lost 3 pounds (I was down 2 more last week and could have done better had I not slacked off - potential was 6 or 7).
I went down 2% on my body fat!
I DID 27 PUSHUPS WITHOUT STOPPING. Whaaaa?! "Who is this beast (in the most feminine way possible)?!"

So, theoretically, I've got this thing figured out and this next month, I should be able to go in, guns blazing. Hopefully that's what happens.

Not going to lie though, I miss getting up at 6:30 and going to bed at 10:30. And I still haven't figured out how to squeeze in running in the evenings... Oh well. Pretty sure Rome wasn't built in a month.