My in-laws got a coupon thing to give to other people to join their gym – $20 sign-up and $10 a month. Sort of one of those deals that simply are too good to pass up, so they watched the kids for me today (and are, in fact, still watching the kids) and I went and signed up me and Frank, and then I ran a couple errands kid-free (ahhh) and then went back and did 45 minutes on the treadmill.
Now it’s not like I’ve gotten no exercise the last few weeks. I’ve jogged the neighborhood a couple times. We did a lot of walking in Aruba. I did the March of Dimes walk last weekend (in a very very hilly neighborhood — whoever planned that route needs to be beaten with a stick). And I have my uber-awesome (I’m only being slightly sarcastic there) Kathy Smith kickboxing video that I do once or twice a week.
So, getting on the treadmill wasn’t painful today, thank goodness. I planned to do half-lap intervals, where I’d jog a half-lap then walk a half-lap. Repeat, etc. I did work up a good sweat… but no big surprise there, I come from a long line of people who sweat profusely (Hi Carolyn!). But when I was done, I didn’t feel like crying or curling up in the fetal position so I’ll take it as a good sign that I’m not in awful shape, cardiovascularly-speaking.
I’m not quite sure where I am in my quest to drop 37 pounds. Last I’d checked, I was down about 5. I haven’t weighed myself in awhile, much to the chagrin of the Weight Watchers online site. Well, they probably don’t care, I pay them whether I log in or not. I need to start tracking my eating again. I was on a roll, then I got lazy about it.
OK, I need to go pick up the kids, the in-laws have a dinner party they need to get ready for. Ciao!
I’ve lost over 5 pounds, as of my weigh-in this past Thursday. Yay me.
Not sure if I will have maintained it, as I got into the Easter candy this week. What can I say, I’m human.
At least I did go running. 🙂
Well, it’s like day 3 of Weight Watchers, and despite a belated birthday celebration at the in-laws’ last night, which meant ice cream cake (Carvel, not Cold Stone. 😦 ) I haven’t completely screwed up with the eating yet. I’ve gone over my daily points allocation so far, but that’s what that weekly bank of extra points is for! Costco provided lots of bagged salad and baby carrots, and I’m getting back into the groove of label-reading before I impulsively buy anything, and I’m finding that the Points calculator in my brain is still pretty accurate.
One potentially positive outcome might be a better bedtime; most nights I’m still raring to go at midnight. Tonight, it’s now 12:20 a.m. and I’m downright sleepy. Perhaps I was fueling my own late nights with too many calories during the day.
I’m feeling sort of blah tonight. I can’t really put a finger on why. But blah, nonetheless. Hopefully tomorrow will be less blah-inducing.
That’s the number of pounds I want to lose by, well, whenever.
37 pounds will put me back at my fighting weight in college, a weight at which I dared to wear a bikini that was not a tankini in public. I didn’t look like a swimsuit model, but I didn’t look like a stuck pig either.
Granted, having two babies has made my midsection such that I’m not sure I’ll ever wear a bikini-that-is-not-a-tankini in public again. But whatever.
37 pounds will also put me five pounds below the weight my gestational diabetes nutritionist said I should be at to help avoid ending up with Type II Diabetes later in life. Really, this is much more my motivation. My great uncle just had a few toes amputated because of his Type II, I really don’t need to follow in those toe-deficient footsteps. And don’t let the great-uncle thing fool you, this guy’s not old. He’s 55. He was my mom’s uncle, but was two years younger than my mom. I know, my family’s weird. I’m over it.
So, 37 pounds. I’m taking a two-fold approach at this. First I joined Weight Watchers Online today. I had some success with the online program before I had Lane, and I lost like 20 pounds. Thus I know I can work within the program and do well enough without going to the meetings. The other part of it is that I’m trying to get more active. I bought myself a good pedometer, and figured out how much I moved on a normal day where I don’t do anything extra, and now I’m trying to add 2,000 steps to that. Once it’s a bit warmer out, that will mean starting to run again. Well, “run”, a.k.a. jogging/walking, at least at first.
Anyway… here goes.