Good news! I've lost 14 pounds!

Just kidding.

Ugh, this blog. I've been avoiding it purposely. Kinda like I when I'm walking through the mall and I fake talk on my phone so I don't have to talk to the "Can I ask you a question....do you wear your nails natural?" people. But, I started this and I'm sticking with it until I lose 30 lbs. Even if it takes me 40 years. And it probably will.

I AM working out. I work from the office Mon-Wed and I work at home on Th & Fri. So, on days I go to the office, I go work out during lunch. I'm typically at the gym for about an hour and fifteen minutes or so. Everyday I do 25 minutes of cardio (either elliptical or treadmill) and one week I'll do upper body weights twice and lower body once, and then I'll switch the next week.

I lose and gain the same 3-4 lbs over and over again and I know why. 1) I probably should work in a couple more workouts a week. 2) I haven't drastically changed my diet (although I'm still doing no fried foods and no coke [coke as in soda, not street drug] [but, i'm not doing street drug, either]) 3) While I AM working out, I'm not necessarily busting my butt. I know that if I am only going to work out 3X/week, I need to step up the intensity to actually lose those 3-4 lbs for good.

Here's the thing, though--I feel so much better. For the first time at this weight, I'm okay with being this weight. No, I don't want to stay here, but I'm okay with getting a slow start off the starting block. For the first time in a long time my legs are hard and muscle-y. They don't jiggle (as much) when I walk. And, even though I haven't lost weight, I'm pretty sure I've lost inches. My pant legs are starting to look more like pant legs and less like sausage casing.

So, there's the update. Wish I had more progress to share, but I'm happy to report that I'm still on this journey....even if I'm moving at a snail's pace!

Bad CARma

Yesterday was a really frustrating day. My car broke down while I was driving it. And, as CARma would go, I was on a busy overpass, stuck on a lane, with no shoulder, holding up a lot of angry jerks.

Fortunately, I was on my way back from the gym--otherwise I would not have worked out at all yesterday.

Unfortunately, I didn't eat breakfast at all yesterday and had planned on eating lunch once I returned to the office.

Also, I should have peed before I left the gym. I definitely would have had I had known I was going to be sitting in my car for the next 2.5 hours.

So, at 3:30 once the tow truck had dropped off my car at Pep Boys (for the second time in 3 days--NEVER EVER EVER EVER EVER use Pep Boys) I was famished. And pissed. And tense. I had basically been gripping my steering wheel for two hours expecting to be rear-ended every time I glanced in my rear view mirror and would see a car coming at me 60 mph. I felt like I really deserved a big honkin' plate of enchiladas and a Paul Bunyan-sized glass of margarita--so, that's what I got. And, I don't regret one single bit of those calories.

I just ate probably a 2000+ calorie meal.....and I can justify it

Oh, heavens to Betsy! What a terrible, crappy, bleepity bleep bleeping day!!!!!

I swear I can justify the made-for-mammoth meal, but it's going to have to be later. I'm off to pour myself a glass (carafe/pitcher/gallon) of wine.....or tequila.