Remember back when I started this blog and it was all about blowing Miss Sheniqua (my extra 15 pounds) off my body? Then I got distracted with P words like poop and puke and Rambo stories and of course, the kiddos.
Welllll….I’m going to try to kick Sheniqua to the ‘ol curb again. Stop rolling your eyes.
I’ve only said it 8,000 times before.
I shall recap for you.
For the first 7 days of the year, I have worked out every day. One day I worked out AND did Just Dance 4 with my kid (go ahead and applaud if you want). That’s what the pros would call a “two-a-day”.
Jesus balls – if that JD4 ain’t a workout in itself then I don’t know what is. Eesh.
I have either done the elliptical or the treadmill…alternating days. All with my neighbor. She comes over every day at 5:30 and we go to town. Well – we don’t really go to town.
We work out. We cuss and swear and nearly die.
We made big posters with motivational sayings on them and goals and our weigh-in chart and they are hung right in front of our machines. We took our measurements and our pictures. We are weighing in each Tuesday. Which leads me to today – um – Tuesday.
I’m down 2 pounds and so is my neighbor. Whoop!
Rambo and my neighbor’s husband alternate each day between cardio and lifting weights.
They weigh in on Thursdays.
Rambo and I are both down to less than 8 oz of pop a day. No, I’m not going to tell you how much we used to drink in a day. I don’t want you to fall off your chair.
I have stayed at or under 1400 calories a day for 7 days. I have pre-planned every meal and pre-cooked on Sundays. I have journaled every morsel of food I put in my mouth. I have tracked every mile and every stride that I’ve worked out.
Another friend of mine and I are emailing our food intake and workout plan to each other each day for accountability.
You wait - I will be a runner again. I will.
I will find myself again. Being lost was what I needed for a while. I needed to not give a damn about working out or caring about what I ate. I needed to be free of that just for a bit.
But it’s no longer okay to not care anymore. I find myself more focused than ever. I have an internal audit for my one PT jobs that could take 50 additional hours of work in addition to the other PT job and FT job and it’s not really even bothering me. I’ll get it done.
We’ve turned off the TV lately and spent time playing Just Dance or with Play-doh or even just coloring for an hour. Last night Watermelon and I played cards.
That’s not to say I’m not all jazzed up that new TV is back on! Bring on trashy reality!!
I finished my Valentine’s Day tree at home and in my office and they are glowing all pink and red and cozy each day and night.
Year end filing and taxes at all 3 jobs is enough to drive me insane…but I’ve been a resident of Crazytown for quite some time so it doesn’t scare me.
My house is staying relatively clean AND I’m even pre-packing Banana’s lunch the night before school.
I’m determined to make 2013 a fabulous year….and doing it beside Rambo is just icing on the cake.
I’m contemplating making a mileage goal for the year but am just not sure how to convert elliptical strides to miles.
I have 3 weddings and plans to wear a bikini come summer. I even plan to wear that fancy VS bra Rambo got me for Cmas without my boobies falling out every time I bend over. That’s right – I keep my goals realistic up in here.
Bring on the next 7 days! How was your first week of 2013??