Grumbling, Mumbling, and Swearing

4800025_0I promised myself I would work out last night, whether I felt like it or not. Well, I most certainly did not feel like it!  In fact, I could think of a million other things I would rather do, including a root canal, but I sucked it up and reluctantly put on my sneakers anyway.

I decided to try a step workout from Les Mills on Demand.  I would love to write a review for you of the workout, but let’s be real, I would have hated any workout I attempted last night.  I didn’t want to do it, I am out of shape, I felt like crap, and I just wanted to go curl up on the couch…with a pizza…and a soda…I mean, is that too much to ask?

I scowled through the entire workout.  I mumbled nasty comments under my breath.  I kept thinking of just quitting, or switching workouts, but I knew that I wasn’t going to be happy with any other workout either.  So I grit my teeth and stuck it out.

I made it through by barking irritated and rude comments at the instructors, who change out every few minutes, because Les Mills workouts seem to operate on a musical-chairs instructor model.  My witty dialogue included yelling “no” every time the instructor enthusiastically asked, “Are you ready?”

No, I wasn’t ready.  I was annoyed, I was uncomfortable, I was angry with myself for getting this out of shape again.  I wanted the hyper-fit instructors to take their high knees over the edge of a live volcano, shove their jumping jacks into intimate places, and chant “march, march, march” in hell, dagnabbit!

But I did it.  My cat curled up on his blanket on a chair and offered moral support while he napped, and I finished the blasted workout.  I experienced the victory of logging a workout on MyFitnessPal, fist-bumped myself, and then collapsed with my water bottle.

It’s going to take a while for me to like working out again.  I will make myself work out tonight, and then tomorrow, and then the next day.  It’s the only way to get where I want to be.  In the meantime, I am sure that grumbling, mumbling, and swearing just burns a few extra calories, right?

Here We Go!

This morning is a new day, a new week, a new month.  Yeah, June technically started on Saturday, but we all know Monday is the actual new start of anything.  So here we go!

I am ready for a new start.  I really am.  It’s not even so much that I’m fired up and motivated and gung-ho…more like “I am so tired of my own shit.  I need a change.”  But whatever works, right?

I enjoyed our weekend with the kids.  I like weekends like this one, when we just tease each other, make up nicknames for each other, try to one-up each other with our hilarious (at least to us) jokes.  I know the kids appreciate the break from the drama, bitching, and bickering of their other home (who wouldn’t?), and I just like hearing everyone laugh.

I’m ready for a good week.  I’m back to logging my food, and no matter what, I am going to work out this evening, come hell or high water.  Nothing, not even an alien abduction or zombie apocalypse, is going to stop me.

I am still disappointed in myself for losing my way and gaining so much weight back.  But it’s damn hard to move forward if I keep looking behind me.  So today is a new day #1, a new starting weight, a new first step on another branch of my journey.  I took an extended detour, for sure, but I’m back on the path and ready to see how far I take it this time.  Because I’m ready to finish this.

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12.5 to Go

Another 1.8 pounds down, leaving me with a total of 65 pounds lost, and 12.5 pounds to go to my goal weight.  Not too shabby!

I went ahead and ordered organizers for my walk-in closet project, and I was surprised how quickly some of the items arrived.  I got one organizer the day after I ordered it!  Some pretty baskets arrived yesterday, and I am waiting on just one more item, a small 3-drawer dresser.  I will do a final clean-out after I hit goal weight, but I have started getting rid of some clothes just to make room and make the organizing project easier.

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I wouldn’t say those are a woman’s only two problems, but I feel like this sometimes!

A lot of the clothes I had to get rid of look brand new, but they are now 2 to 3 sizes too big, and I simply can’t wear them anymore.  As I was folding them and putting them into the bag, it occurred to me that I could see if Psycho would like any of it, since most of the clothes are in pristine shape and quite nice.  But I already know that any such kindness on my part will be twisted into some evil, nasty gesture by her jealous and petty brain, so whatever.  Off to Goodwill they went.

I would love to ditch 2.5 pounds this week and hit my next mini goal (and earn my next weight loss reward), but since my weight loss has slowed down, I don’t see that happening.  I should be able to hit my mini goal by the end of March, though.

Someone asked me recently if I am already at goal weight, and that made me smile all day.  Nope, not quite there yet, but very close!

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