A Week Off - Already.

I've been battling a sore throat and pain in my ears for a few weeks now, and this weekend it finally got serious. Amazing what too much bad food and not enough sleep will do to you... On the plus side, came away with a pic that shows some of the progress I've made (compared to pic in the blog banner):

We went up to Stillwater for the TCU vs OSU game, and while I had a lot of fun, I'm now paying for it. I'm skipping boot camp tonight (labored breathing, constant nose blowing and racking coughs make running seem like even more torture than usual) and have a doc appt. scheduled for tomorrow. Fingers crossed I can talk her into a steroid shot - between that and a Z-Pac I'm hoping I can kick this in time to at least go for a walk on Wednesday.

Planning on skipping boot camp that night as well, due to Halloween. Life sure does get in the way of losing weight...

The scale reflected the damage I did this weekend as well - up four lbs over three days. Not good. Feeling pretty hunka chunka today. On the plus side, the constant congestion has killed my appetite, so no problem coming in under my calorie goal today.

Also purchased a multi-vitamin this weekend, so adding that to my daily regime. Here's hoping my next post will bring more positive news.

Tired Mommy

Muscle fatigue is a real, thing, yo. And fatigue fatigue is no joke either.

I'm sore all over today, but dragged my ever expanding booty down to the gym anyway. I managed five minutes on the spin bike (ha! can't believe I thought I should even try that), then could only give it 15 on the elliptical, when usually I'm solid for 30. Capped it off with 7.5 minutes (the .5 counts, damnit) on the treadmill, and gave up.

Don't know if it's just the fourth consecutive day of exercise that did me in, the fact that I changed a wet bed for my 3-year old at midnight, or the early morning wake up cries from my 17-month old. Perhaps it was the trifecta, yes?

Anyway, since I was so good at lunch (grilled chicken and veggies), I swung by the cafeteria on the way back to my office and treated myself to a lowfat yogurt cranberry parfait. Treat. Right. Actually, it was pretty OK. It's all worth it, right?

Day Three

You might think it would make more sense to start at day one (after all, starting from the beginning, from what I hear, is a very good place to start). But day one was Monday, and today is day three, and when there is absolutely no one reading your Blog the first and foremost rule is complete and entire accuracy.

Actually, a little history before day one might be even more appropriate, so yes, let's start there. I've had a lifetime struggle with my weight (like approx. 115% of the other 30-something women out there have). Best weight: mid-twenties, single, no responsibilities. Worst weight: mid-thirties, husband, two toddlers, stressful job. Shocker, right.

Randomly over the weekend, a flyer got left on my door for a neighborhood fitness camp. As much as I hate to reward that kind of activity, $5? For an hour of fitness training? If I hated it, the worst I was out was five Snickers from the company vending machine.

So on Monday I called. I talked to the leader and told her about my hesitation. I warned her about my fitness level (er, lack there of). She told me there was only one other person in the Monday/Wednesday class, and that individual outweighed me by 100 lbs. OK, I decided. I can hang.

Monday was rough, but not impossible. It was all cardio, and I didn't die. So Tuesday, I decided if I was actually going to be paying for classes, it would only make sense to also use that gym membership that I'd been paying for and not using for a year... sigh. So, 30 minutes on the elliptical.

Back to today - day three. Tonight I put down the dough for 12 classes. And the leader showed her true colors. I actually cried. Tears. Because I couldn't. do. one. push-up. I've never had the upper body strength for push-ups, but I'd never been as frustrated as I was tonight. She helped talk me through it, and pushed me to do three the absolute best I could. And I did. I didn't die. And I'm still frustrated. And still teary-eyed thinking about it.

But.

I'm going back. Because I don't want to be a Hunka Chunka Mommy.*

*Inspired by the book my kids got at school this week, when the author visited - Hunka Chunka Monkey.