So as if you haven't figured it out already, I haven't had time or the energy or the desire...well really these are all just excuses. I just don't want to do it any more. At least for now. So I'm quitting this blog for a while.
Now don't think I still won't have things to say about starving or comments to make about the crazies at the gym, but I think I'll just post them on over at my main blog.
So a neighbor friend of mine joined my gym. To celebrate her first week at the gym we decided to take a Yoga class together. I hadn't been to Yoga in so long. I had a groin injury last year that took forever too heal, and it broke my Yoga habit. So today it was as if I was starting from scratch.
All of my balancing muscles...gone.
All of my limberness...gone.
All of my stamina...gone.
But, I still loved it anyway. You know why? There's that one pose. You know the pose. Where you lay on the floor, on your back. Your eyes are closed. You are only concentrating on breathing. Everything melts away. And you go into the pre-sleep state. And when you are finally told to open your eyes and you sit up, your body feels so relaxed, so fantastic, so easy.
All of your aches and pains...gone.
All of your tension...gone.
And your easy smile...it's back.
...well at least until the kids get home from school
I only have a second because I'm rushing to get the kids off to the bus stop, and then straight to the gym for me. Which brings me to my point...off to the gym for me! I haven't been in 10 days. They say that it only takes two week to lose everything you've gained at the gym, and I'm cutting it close! Today is going to stink. Wish me luck.
Oh...and the college kids are back at school today, so I'll have nothing to look at at the gym for distraction but myself. Today is really going to stink.
Oh...I'm back on the diet. I haven't gained anything, but I really didn't finish my goal. So...back on track today. Yeah, today is really, really going to stink.
Whew! I was up 3.2. I guess the starvation worked. Now I just have to get off 4.6 before...what...next Friday? Oh lord help me! I think that's going to be a tough one. But I'm going to try, oh , and pray for a miracle!
Exercise: Running once with the girl (she's training for the next fun run and is so cute running her 1 mile of training!), and weights 2x.
Diet: Same old, same old except I'm off the booze until next Friday, especially considering it always adds 1 or 2 pounds to my girth.
I don't have must to say this week. I'm off to the gym! See you at next week's update!
Lunging squats are so evil. You don't realize their evil until the next day when you can't get out of bed, or sit down on the toilet, or can't make it upstairs to your office, or are afraid to sit down because once you do, you can't get back up again.
But the worst is when you start making your kids run errands for you around the house because the idea of getting up off of this chair...well it's just too much to fathom!
My bum hurts!
Do you feel my pain?
On another note: I had to give myself a little pep-talk in the mirror today. I made the mistake of weighing, and I'm up some more. Yikes! So I had to give the pep talk... You know the one.
It's the one where you tell yourself it's OK. You can survive this. You can make it through the day without stuffing your face because your sad. You tell yourself to suck it up! Get over it! And get back on track! You will not let this defeat you! You will no let this defeat you! You WILL NOT let this defeat you!
And then you take a deep breath. Walk away from the mirror. And you feel powerful again.
At least through breakfast.
Lunch is up for grabs.
And dinner??? God help you make it through dinner.
So I took the weekend off. I drank wine, I ate cookies, and even had a patty-melt. I enjoyed everything but the patty melt. The whole time I was thinking, man...what is this going to do to me? And today I found out what a weekend of debauchery does to my body. It adds 3 pounds is what it does!
Holy Crap! That is so depressing.
So I have to go see my relatives in a couple of weeks. I was hoping to be in the 140's by then. But at 1 pound a week, that's not going to happen. Maybe I can try to get it to 2 pounds a week. That would be OK. I guess.
So OK, I'm going to be totally strict this week. And the next. And part of the next...
And then I'll be in a fun big city with lots of good restaurants.
And the debauchery can happen again!
So I'll gain a few. The kids are back in school the week I get back. I can go kill myself at the gym 5 days a week then to get it off.