Day Twenty-Seven
I am not amused.
If I wanted to stay this fat, I could be eating sugar.
Every day this week, I have sweet-talked myself through the weighing, telling myself that I wasn't quite finished going to the bathroom, and that wasn't my real weight. Possible. But, every day?
I'm still at the --3 and --4, which is up from the --1 I once achieved. I haven't even lost ten pounds yet. I mean, seriously?
I am still not eating sugar. I had to avoid some fun-sized candy bars today. No big deal, although I remember trying to sneak some of them into my bag at last year's benefits fair.
I am still doing my abs every night and not even just summarizing them. Even though I had to do them on the couch tonight because my husband was already sound asleep in the middle of the bed. It was really hard to do them on the couch, for some reason, and I had to try to hold my nightgown up so that not too much of my legs would show, as my son was in the room. So I only did half that way, and then I went into the bedroom and analyzed my husband's position so I could figure out the most strategic way to claim a part of the bed for the rest of my abs. We only have a double bed. I decided the best thing would be to lie on his side of it, but there was not much room, so I was right up against him, and he was like a brick furnace. I delicately finished my abs, feeling like a tight-rope walker. He didn't notice me--didn't even breathe different. The hilarious things we do to keep our promises to ourselves!
I do my planks on the floor, but my back is too old to lie on the floor to do the Pilate-type ones.
I was stressed at work and forgot to eat my apple. I did have some pineapple, though, and nuts and seeds. I know some people would say that's too many calories, and maybe it is, but those are all natural, one-ingredient things, and it's what I had today.
I only had time to do twenty-four minutes on the elliptical. I did them as hard as I could, turning up the resistance twice as fast as I ever had, and doing twice as many interval minutes as I ever have. It was a good, if short, workout. I only burned about 250 calories, though, and went about 1.83 "miles." I often wonder how they calculate miles on an elliptical. I mean, you aren't actually going anywhere. At least with a treadmill, there is a roller that is moving.
I still haven't been back to the pool. I keep waking up too late to mess with all the changing that involves, and that exercise is gentle, so if I can't do at least an hour of it, it's hardly worth it. So I keep telling myself that the elliptical burns the most calories the fastest, which it does, but it doesn't give me as much variety.
I used to be able to go to bed at seven-thirty or eight, and get up at three or four for my workouts. I was considerably thinner then. But now, I have various teenagers, and I'm spending the two or three hours I should be going to bed either telling them to go to bed or driving them home from work or somewhere, or fruitlessly going to pick them up from work because they forgot to tell me they got another ride. It's not often possible to just say, "I've had it--put yourselves to bed." I mean, I try that sometimes, but I have a kid who thinks it's necessary to open and close his bedroom door at least twelve times over the course of one hour, and his room is just across the hall.
Anyway, I'm in the groove of this new lifestyle. I am in the habit of it. It's not bothering me much anymore, but it's also not producing any results. This morning, after the discouraging weighing, I thought, "Well, maybe it's coming off my waist," and measured. Nope. I'm still down only 1.5 inches there, same as the LAST TWO WEEKS. Ugh.
If I wanted to stay this fat, I could be eating sugar.
Every day this week, I have sweet-talked myself through the weighing, telling myself that I wasn't quite finished going to the bathroom, and that wasn't my real weight. Possible. But, every day?
I'm still at the --3 and --4, which is up from the --1 I once achieved. I haven't even lost ten pounds yet. I mean, seriously?
I am still not eating sugar. I had to avoid some fun-sized candy bars today. No big deal, although I remember trying to sneak some of them into my bag at last year's benefits fair.
I am still doing my abs every night and not even just summarizing them. Even though I had to do them on the couch tonight because my husband was already sound asleep in the middle of the bed. It was really hard to do them on the couch, for some reason, and I had to try to hold my nightgown up so that not too much of my legs would show, as my son was in the room. So I only did half that way, and then I went into the bedroom and analyzed my husband's position so I could figure out the most strategic way to claim a part of the bed for the rest of my abs. We only have a double bed. I decided the best thing would be to lie on his side of it, but there was not much room, so I was right up against him, and he was like a brick furnace. I delicately finished my abs, feeling like a tight-rope walker. He didn't notice me--didn't even breathe different. The hilarious things we do to keep our promises to ourselves!
I do my planks on the floor, but my back is too old to lie on the floor to do the Pilate-type ones.
I was stressed at work and forgot to eat my apple. I did have some pineapple, though, and nuts and seeds. I know some people would say that's too many calories, and maybe it is, but those are all natural, one-ingredient things, and it's what I had today.
I only had time to do twenty-four minutes on the elliptical. I did them as hard as I could, turning up the resistance twice as fast as I ever had, and doing twice as many interval minutes as I ever have. It was a good, if short, workout. I only burned about 250 calories, though, and went about 1.83 "miles." I often wonder how they calculate miles on an elliptical. I mean, you aren't actually going anywhere. At least with a treadmill, there is a roller that is moving.
I still haven't been back to the pool. I keep waking up too late to mess with all the changing that involves, and that exercise is gentle, so if I can't do at least an hour of it, it's hardly worth it. So I keep telling myself that the elliptical burns the most calories the fastest, which it does, but it doesn't give me as much variety.
I used to be able to go to bed at seven-thirty or eight, and get up at three or four for my workouts. I was considerably thinner then. But now, I have various teenagers, and I'm spending the two or three hours I should be going to bed either telling them to go to bed or driving them home from work or somewhere, or fruitlessly going to pick them up from work because they forgot to tell me they got another ride. It's not often possible to just say, "I've had it--put yourselves to bed." I mean, I try that sometimes, but I have a kid who thinks it's necessary to open and close his bedroom door at least twelve times over the course of one hour, and his room is just across the hall.
Anyway, I'm in the groove of this new lifestyle. I am in the habit of it. It's not bothering me much anymore, but it's also not producing any results. This morning, after the discouraging weighing, I thought, "Well, maybe it's coming off my waist," and measured. Nope. I'm still down only 1.5 inches there, same as the LAST TWO WEEKS. Ugh.
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