I am having a very difficult time with food this week. There has been quite a bit of stress with work, and stuff lately, and I have been struggling to stay on the right track. I suppose part of it is that I didn't really grocery shop. Lyndsie and I have been going on Sunday to get groceries for the week, and when we do that, we meal plan at the same time. This Sunday the morning flew by, and before I knew what happened, it was time for the 2:30 workout. I did that and when I got home it was time to go to Youth group. GAAA!! I have been looking back through my eating planner and see that at least twice now I haven't eaten 1000 calories for the entire day. I know that the nutritionist will say something to me about it at the meeting tomorrow night. My fear is that I won't have lost anything. I do feel like eating with the stress.....absolutely everything, especially sweet things. I even gave in to temptation today and had a handful of "Runt" candy from the machine for .25 cents. I hope I get the opportunity to talk to the psychologist soon.
Today the work out is in the man gym. I am happy to say that I have not had any problems with the hand scanner this week, and my bruise from the turnstile is a nice shade of green. I must be healing some, AND I have not forgotten my water once this week so far. I do make sure and get a towel everyday now, because I seem to be sweating more now than ever. It is not the "Oh my...blot, blot, I'm perspiring...dab, dab" this is a full on, farm hand, sweat dripping in my eyes, and on my shoes kind of sweat!! And I know this is odd, but I like sweating. I have written before that I picture the fat just melting away...go fat go! Today's workout buddies were one other team member and myself, the praying lady, and two mentors. I find myself thinking about the two team members that don't come at all and it is beginning to make me mad. They are either sick, busy, over committed to whatever, or who know what else, but they sure don't make an effort to be part of the team.
So Ron has something different in store for us today, He starts us out doing squats...lots of them...and he wandered off, so here we were squat, stand, squat, stand..for about 10 minutes. Then he comes over and gives each of us a dumbbell and orders us through this doorway to a set of stairs. Now, this is totally different from the other stairs because it is 12 steps up, then 12 steps down, and we are told to do this 10 times, then grab the weights. It was a nice surprise to me that I could do this without stopping, my legs burned, but I still didn't have to stop. We did cycles with the weights then up the stairs, then V-ups, then push ups, then back down the stairs, squats and start all over again. There was an aerobic class of some sort going on in the room adjacent to the hallway we were in, and it is a good thing that the music was loud, because I was groaning doing the V-up stomach exercises, and the praying lady was making noises that sounded a lot like childbirth. My guy team mate kept scooching away from her and I like one of us was going to blow! It made him go faster which was good. We were into our fourth cycle and it was time to do the v-ups again. The mentor saw that I was struggling, and she brought up my stomach surgery, thinking that I was in pain because of that. I wasn't, It was because I'm fat in the middle and my muscles are trying to come back to life, but then Ron hears her trying to help me, and he's yelling up the stairs to me to do this or that, not to strain and hurt myself. I WASN"T!!!!! I kept telling him (them, everyone) that I was fine and that I was groaning because I am out of shape!!! If I hadn't talked about it that first week, no one would have known. I appreciated them trying to help but it made me mad! The next two cycles they kept an eye on me, just to be sure I was fine, so I did a different type of stomach exercise to get done.
We finished up in the stairwell and hallway, and came back into the man gym to do some floor work. We did a "plank", and for those not familiar, you lay on your stomach and on the count of three, you raise your middle up until you are balancing on your forearms, and toes. OMG! I thought we had done some pretty hard things, but this took the cake. Then to make it worse, we did the "plank" on our sided too. At one point Rom congratulated us on the various ways we were cheating on the exercise. That made us laugh and we were a mess from then on. We got done, and cleaned off the mats, and when I looked in the mirror, I looked done, one big sweaty mess with my shirt darn near see through from being wet. I think it was probably one of the funnest times I've had with the group so far. Since we were done, I said my goodbyes to everyone, and went to the cardio room to do the treadmill again. This time, I didn't do it. I was tired, and with all the stairs I knew I had done enough. Besides, I didn't want a replay of last nights treadmill fun, so I called it a night.
I ate a banana on the way home, and was thinking about tomorrows weigh in...I don't even want to guess.
Kelly
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