Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Back in the game.

The dreaded scale from Hell has delivered more bad news this morning. I don't know if the damn machine is in a poopy mood or if it's just out to piss me off, either way, it's accomplished the 'pissed off'. I'm up 3 pounds. UGGGHHHHH!

I'm so disappointed in myself. I really didn't do anything too terrible, but I wasn't absolutely perfect either. I definitely could have improved on my eating and not have had to deal with this BS weight gain.

I didn't end up working out last Friday. It was 75 degrees here and the deck and a beer just couldn't be helped. But I did get up on Sat. and worked out!  Yes, apparently I'm a glutton for punishment because I did the Plyo DVD (P90X).  You know, that was the one video where Tony Horton starts out talking about this being the most insane video out of the whole series, that you need to be prepared, you might die, etc. (Just kidding about the dying part.) Well, since I've slept since the last time I did that ridiculously crazy DVD, I kind of had a memory lapse of it's evilness.  I quickly remembered when the exercises started, but I pushed through for 30 minutes. At that point (probably because of the beer the night before) I proceeded to curl up in a little ball on the floor of our basement and prayed to the Almighty Exercise Gods to please spare my life and to pump some much needed oxygen into my deflated lungs.

After I could breathe again, I decided that some good ol' outside work was just what the 'Gods' had ordered. It was a bit breezey, but still all sunshine, rainbows, and unicorns. I went to town on all my flower beds and even planted my garden!  Burned the shit out of my back because I am again 'sunscreen dense' this time of year.  It never fails, every year around March or April, the sun shines, the temps are above 60, the birdies are calling me to get out side, and there I go, bounding out of the house to spend 8 hours under the burning rays of sunlight, all without sunscreen.  I then go in the much needed shade of the house about 6pm and think, "hummm, my back feels kinda weird. I wonder why." And when I go look in the mirror, I'm again reminded that I'm an idiot because my back practically glows red and my skin feels like some crispy, burned up piece of bacon.  Let me tell you first that I am a HUGE advocate of sunscreen. I was a lifeguard when I was younger for 6 years, so I always wear sunscreen. On my face, on my shoulders, EVERYWHERE.  And I wear it religiously.  But I can never remember to put it on before my first spring outdoor gardening session. 
Oh well, maybe next year.

After all physical activity, I weighed myself and got down to 149.9!!! Yeah, goody goody gum drops. So, what do I do to celebrate??? Eat a huge plate of nachos and drowned it with many malt beverages.  And why was I surprised when I woke up on Sunday and the scale said 152? I didn't work out on Sunday and was exhausted yesterday. I also gorged on pizza on Sunday and another plate of chicken nachos last night. no surprised when the evil scale flashed **153.7** on it's screen this morning.  I'm such a dope.

Why do I do this to myself?! WHY?! I fully knew what I was doing. And I didn't care.  Now I've got spend ANOTHER week working off the same dumb ass pounds that I worked off last week.  Its a vicious cycle and I am not a fan. But I have no one to blame but myself.

Here we go, pep-talk time: I WILL work out tonight. I WILL NOT eat anything but a delicious and nutritious salad.  Then i will work out on Wed. morning AND Thurs. AND Fri.! I will get down to 150 by the time my party this weekend! I'm BACK IN THE GAME, baby!

Ok, I'm off to go kick some jiggle's ass.


  1. Good luck with the workout. Sometimes it is only a simple thing that can make a big difference in the scale number. I wish you the best.

  2. I hear you - I'm guilty of "How about i celebrate my weight loss with some delicious, calorie-loaded food?" Ugh.

    Good luck this week!!

  3. Lifelong journey, my friend. :) Thanks so much for your sweet words this week. They really do mean a lot to me.

    I'm still getting up early for yoga in the mornings! If I ever start not to, I tell myself that Laura Belle would do it. HA!

  4. Chicken nachos: totally worth 3 pounds! ;) lol (Did I just write that? :)

    I'm so glad to see you made it through Tony Horton again!



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