June 26, 2013

Well, I dug deep...very...very deep.  I walked around the house for a good hour trying to talk myself into working out.  FINALLY!  I am ready to work out.  I hear the dogs barking, go downstairs to find that they were barking at Sammy, our beagle, who escaped the house-AGAIN.  A part of me thought, let's hurry and find the little rascal because I am finally ready to workout.  THE OTHER PART OF ME thought, if this takes awhile, I probably won't have time to workout.  Whew-I finally found a legit (in my mind) excuse to not have to workout tonight.

So we found the dog, in a pretty timely manner considering.  Back at the house, my daughter says, "Well, there's your workout."  Yes!  She's right, I thought.  +
No, not enough to get me into a swimming suit.  Uuggghhh.  Back to the drawing board.  I went into our workout room and paced.  Finally I could taste the metal between my teeth.  I bit the bullet and started P90X.  My kids (5 and 8) started it with me so I was somewhat distracted from the pain I was about to endure.  Two and a half minutes into the warm-up, Tony Horton was talking about the fact that it was indeed a warm-up; and my daughter dropped her arms and said, "This is only a warm-up?"  To which my son says, "I thought we were working out!"  I didn't have the heart to tell them that there was actually sixty six and a half minutes of hell still to come.

My kids hung for awhile, clearly doing their own version of P90X.  They seemed to be having more fun than I was with my version.  Perhaps I too should do their version, I thought for a minute.  But as they dropped, one by one, from their version, I figured I would stick with mine and go for the results!

So I did it!  Sixty nine minutes with Tony Horton.  Come to find out, there are apparently several types of push-ups that I am not able to do.  Who knew there were several types of push-ups?  Since it was my first night, I opted against the decline push-ups so I could save my blood for the rest of my body that was going to desperately need it.  And I feel somewhat proud of the fact that I am a strong athletic woman, but I seriously need to work on my coordination when it comes to the - well, I don't even know what they were called.  What I know is that my body DID NOT move in the direction demonstrated on the screen.  Oh well, I worked out; and that was a huge step tonight.

Now, I sleep.

June 25, 2013

I caved.  I didn't want to; I even felt a little guilty, but I had a bad morning with my kids.  I cried.  I felt guilty.  I ate FRIED PICKLES.  There, I said it.  They were the best thing I had ever eaten.  Had the option of fried strawberries or fried tofu been an option perhaps I would have chosen one, but it wasn't.

As far as my workout goes, I am T.I.R.E.D.  Everything about me is tired tonight.  I'd like to think I am going to get a second wind, but it just ain't happenin'!  I am ok with it because I know it is not because I am quitting.  I just need a rest and will be right back at it tomorrow!

Must sleep.

June 24, 2013

PROLOGUE.  During a hot Sunday afternoon, my husband, Rodney, tells me that he is sick of being overweight and has decided that we are going to start working out and start doing our Body By Vi shakes again.  I am not sure where him wanting to lose weight brings me into the pic; however, I figure that eventually I will be swimsuit bound so I play along.  Later, as I discuss my workout room with some friends, Rod chimes in saying that I won't use it anyway, blah, blah, blah.  (He's a talker so I take him with a grain of salt)  However, he goes on to say that we are going to do it "Rod's way," and since he is overweight (his words), I am not sure exactly what that is-but it exists in his mind.  So one thing leads to another and the workout challenge is on.

MONDAY.  I woke up feeling like I was going to vomit.  No idea where it came from, perhaps my fear of starting this whole workout thing again, but there it was.  Crap, I think.  I cannot use the "I'm sick" excuse on the first day of our challenge!  I lay in bed, eyes closed, trying to coerce myself into working out when I hear Rod jump into the shower.  There is no way that little punk worked out, I think.  Ok so I convince myself that it is ok-I am going to workout tonight.

A few hours later while on the phone with Rod, I say, "what happened to your workout?"  I admit, I got complete and utter pleasure out of his morning defeat.  So anyway, he says that he slept through the alarm.  I proceeded to inform him that if that is the "Rod Way,"  he will surely continue to be "overweight."  "I don't think the Rod Way will work for me."  He laughed it off, but I feel a checkmate coming on!

First workout down!  I consider this to be the hardest-the first step to my weight loss recovery.  It felt soooooo great to workout again.  I did cardio and boxed, and it was the most refreshing feeling; I cannot believe I put it off this long.  When I was finished, I ran to my computer so I could update the fan club!  Yeah, ok, run I did not, it was more of a soggy limp, I admit.  I opened my computer, tried to use the mouse....and my hands were shaking.  At some point during my workout, a feeble, unsteady being took over my body.  My hands trembled; I couldn't type.  How could this be?  I felt refreshed and strong...  I resorted to sitting, drinking water and letting my body adjust to the shock that it had just been re-introduced to-the new reality of it's future unearthed.  I slept REALLY REALLY well.  Day one check!

June 23, 2013

Third time's a charm....they say.  My last couple of blogs, over a year ago, indicated that I wasn't giving up.  UUGGGHHH.  I did.  I appear to suck at this game!  My husband, however, challenged me today...in front of witnesses....he tried to call me out.  Well, he's no spring chicken so I am taking his challenge.  He can stop drinking pop and lose more weight than me, he says.  He had me type up a spreadsheet and we are starting our shakes tomorrow; he has a plan, he says.  I can beat him at this challenge if I dig deep to find the willpower that I have apparently concealed, all too well I might add, somewhere within.  PLUS, it would be a bonus to fit into my wedding dress on my 40th birthday this year!  So I encourage you to follow this time as there should be humor, suffering, humiliation and additional emotions that one of the two of us will most likely discover.  Happy following!