Day Twenty-Eight
I honestly thought I was going to be starting this post with, "Yes! Finally!"
My pre-weight was low enough that I really thought my post-workout weight would be announceable. That made me tempted to go back to the elliptical for the fourth time in a row, because it is guaranteed to make me sweat some weight out, but I went to the pool, because it's been a long time since I worked out in there, and just trying to beat my weight every day without giving my body a variety of workouts is silly.
i wanted to have an hour, but I did get fifty-one minutes. When I walked into the swimming pool area, I did again think, "Yes!" No one was in the pool--my favorite. And the water felt good. I remembered again how much I enjoy the gentle, non-sweaty workouts of the pool. I pushed myself, though. I wanted to complete forty laps, and I did.
Miraculously, no one got in with me. No one. A man's shoes and gym bag were under the towel rack when I hung up my towel, but, after a few minutes, he simply came and got them, with barely a glance at me in the pool. A few other men came through to go to the sauna or steam room, but that is the mildest of all possible interruptions. Even the man who wears stretchy boxer shorts as swim trunks at least had the black ones, which show less, on today. It seemed like everything was going my way.
I got out, dried off, ran home to take my kids to school, went to the bathroom again, and. . .weighed the same as I had in the early morning. I don't get it. Can being in the water for a long time cause one to take on water, through osmosis? How can I weigh the same after working out for basically an hour, and going to the bathroom twice? I mean. . . .
My husband urged me to take some French onion soup he liked to work with me today, in addition to my small lunch and apple. He had a point, and he'd read the label, so I transferred it to a dish and did so. Well, the dish I chose used to work for liquid things, but I guess the lid has shrunk with age. The soup spilled in my lunch bag, and I had to wash everything out. That was a major headache. All that was left was a few onion pieces in the bottom of the bowl. So I did have more seeds than I had planned to. They were drying out RIGHT THERE all afternoon, anyway.
I had a slightly bigger portion of fish and chips at dinner than I needed to have, and that has me worried about tomorrow's weight, but I wouldn't say I really overate.
Having a nice experience in the pool today--and hope--made me think that it's time for me to express some positives. I've been negative enough the past few days. So, here goes.
It's been a long time since I had to feel bad about what I ate that day, when I've gone to bed mentally scolding myself and giving myself huge pep talks. It's been a while since I felt like I could barely sit up in bed because my stomach was in the way. I may feel frustrated with how long it is taking to effect real changes, but I do feel confident that they are at least on their way.
My pre-weight was low enough that I really thought my post-workout weight would be announceable. That made me tempted to go back to the elliptical for the fourth time in a row, because it is guaranteed to make me sweat some weight out, but I went to the pool, because it's been a long time since I worked out in there, and just trying to beat my weight every day without giving my body a variety of workouts is silly.
i wanted to have an hour, but I did get fifty-one minutes. When I walked into the swimming pool area, I did again think, "Yes!" No one was in the pool--my favorite. And the water felt good. I remembered again how much I enjoy the gentle, non-sweaty workouts of the pool. I pushed myself, though. I wanted to complete forty laps, and I did.
Miraculously, no one got in with me. No one. A man's shoes and gym bag were under the towel rack when I hung up my towel, but, after a few minutes, he simply came and got them, with barely a glance at me in the pool. A few other men came through to go to the sauna or steam room, but that is the mildest of all possible interruptions. Even the man who wears stretchy boxer shorts as swim trunks at least had the black ones, which show less, on today. It seemed like everything was going my way.
I got out, dried off, ran home to take my kids to school, went to the bathroom again, and. . .weighed the same as I had in the early morning. I don't get it. Can being in the water for a long time cause one to take on water, through osmosis? How can I weigh the same after working out for basically an hour, and going to the bathroom twice? I mean. . . .
My husband urged me to take some French onion soup he liked to work with me today, in addition to my small lunch and apple. He had a point, and he'd read the label, so I transferred it to a dish and did so. Well, the dish I chose used to work for liquid things, but I guess the lid has shrunk with age. The soup spilled in my lunch bag, and I had to wash everything out. That was a major headache. All that was left was a few onion pieces in the bottom of the bowl. So I did have more seeds than I had planned to. They were drying out RIGHT THERE all afternoon, anyway.
I had a slightly bigger portion of fish and chips at dinner than I needed to have, and that has me worried about tomorrow's weight, but I wouldn't say I really overate.
Having a nice experience in the pool today--and hope--made me think that it's time for me to express some positives. I've been negative enough the past few days. So, here goes.
It's been a long time since I had to feel bad about what I ate that day, when I've gone to bed mentally scolding myself and giving myself huge pep talks. It's been a while since I felt like I could barely sit up in bed because my stomach was in the way. I may feel frustrated with how long it is taking to effect real changes, but I do feel confident that they are at least on their way.
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