Believe it or not, I'm still keeping up with this fitness shit. Sort of. I haven't worked out in over a week. I haven't given up, but I have been a bit...sidetracked? At least I can say I've pretty much kept to my diet. Well, I haven't gone over my calorie limit. That's kind of hard to do when you've basically only been eating low fat chicken soup for half of the week. Motivation to exercise, however, has eluded me.
It started last Tuesday. I wasn't feeling well. The constant change in weather has been affecting my sinuses, and I knew I had to be coming down with something on Wednesday when I couldn't get my lazy ass off the couch the entire day. I couldn't breathe out of one nostril, I was exhausted for no good reason, and my head was killing me from yet another sinus headache. I had reserved a spot for a yoga class that night, but there was no way I was going anywhere but bed. I never work out on Thursdays because that's my game/writer's meeting night, but I figured I could catch a yoga class on Friday morning before I went into work if I was feeling better by then. Too bad I felt like poo for the next two days.
I couldn't call in sick Thursday because I already had clients on the book. It would be like pulling teeth to find someone to work for me. When my husband called me at work the next day to let me know he wasn't feeling too good either, I knew I couldn't come in on Friday. If I was contagious, I wouldn't be able to work on clients without making them sick too. I found a couple people to pull my shift for the next day and went home. I missed the class I reserved on Friday morning, so no exercise for me then either.
Saturday. Ugh. Saturday was hell. Health wise, I was feeling better, but I had made the mistake of asking my husband to drop me off and pick me up after work. There were parades due to run down Poydras that day, and I just wanted one easy day. I told him to pick me up at Baronne at the Jimmy Johns, a plan he thought was stupid because he believes there just has to be a back way to get to the Loews where I work. There is a back way. There are many. Too bad they're all blocked off two hours before the parades start. No amount of explaining this to him would convince him though. I also should have told him to wait to leave until after I called him because he left an hour before my shift ended and got there a half an hour before I got off. And because I had to wait for the authorities to allow me through the parade barricades (this can take anywhere from a few minutes to half an hour), he spent the next ten minutes after I got off driving around the block. This caused a heated argument on the ride home that ended with me going over to my sister's house to gripe. I also went riding around New Orleans trying to find this mysterious back way that will magically transport me past numerous blocked streets. Seriously. Just about every street surrounding the hotel is blocked off during a parade. I fucking hate Mardi Gras.
Suffice it to say, I missed the Saturday night yoga class as well. Because fuck it.
I'm going back tonight, though I'm not really enthusiastic about it. The temporary membership I have runs out on the 27th and the full membership rate is way too much for me to afford, but maybe if they have a walk in fee, I'll drop in twice a month. Eh.
This entire week has taught me two things. One, that Mardi Gras traffic is hell on a marriage, and two, motivation is really hard to find when you're too tired to go looking for it. On the positive side, I weighed myself last week and came out close to seven pounds lighter than when I began this thing. I also took measurements, but I'm not sure I trust that I did that right. There is no way I lost that many inches in such a short amount of time, even if the pants I fit in again say otherwise. Also, I have my end of the month pictures. Please feel free to enjoy my pasty whiteness. One of us should.
END OF MONTH ONE:
Weight: 140.4
Bust: 40
Waist: 33.5
Hips: 40
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