If you know me, you probably picture me sitting down. It's kinda my thing. Or leaning. Or laying. Definitely slumping.
These are the ways in which I am cat-like.
Well that and I will one eye you while you clean my litter box.
The kids keep me on my toes, but it isn't exercise, in fact, I have never been a big fan of exercise. Or sweating. Or breathing hard.
So the other day when I agreed to this Stupid Fitness Regime, it was obviously because I have made a breakthrough (or been pushed over an edge, WHATEVS).
The thing is, I need this. I need it for my sanity, and I couldn't feel good about upping my Prozac without also doing something about my system and it's well being.
That said, I went running.
I cussed at Boom Boom and made meany faces and also pulled the I HAVE NOTHING MORE TO SAY hand up.
It wasn't pretty.
He was telling me "heartrate this..." and "metabolism that..." and I was all, "stick THIS up HERE..." "and you know what you can do with that NEXT thought...".
But I went. And I called him after I had walked off some of the anger I am feeling at my big ass.
See, my baby just turned 11 months old.
And I still weigh what I did when I went in to have her.
Not happy about it.
Basically, I was hotter pregnant. or skinnier. WHATEVS.
And now, I am moving back to where I came from where my lazy butt was still a skinny little lazy butt.
And we have drastically changed what we are eating around here. Like, NO ICE CREAM IN THE HOUSE.
Who lives like that?
Gone are all our goldfish and puffs and mayo and whatever else isn't fully whole grain ir might be carb-y. ::sadface::
Now we have grapefruit and apples and oranges and bananas and grapes and roasted almonds and chicken breasts and spinach and yogurt and we can eat as much as we want.
After we run til we puke.
Honestly, I am usually SO HOSTILE about any kind of workout, like want to punch somebody for bringing it up and might push them into traffic if they think they are going to run with me. But, to tell you the truth, by the time BoomBoom comes home in a day, I CAN'T WAIT for a quiet moment alone. And I get almost an hour! Plus, I am sleeping better, and feeling more positive. And I get more showers. And if I just had a little nano or whatevs I would start running longer.
And by the time I am a little down the street, I realize that I really don't get a lot of time in this world without my little family entourage and I feel strange for the first few minutes until I loosen up and try to just start the OCD counting thing I do when I run and forget anyone else in the world exists.
Except this is the ghetto, and I am not kidding, I keep well entertained.
Did I mention that the streets here downtown are like up and down like the streets of San Francisco? So. ummm. OWEE.
If I lose 20 lbs, I will still be the size of an average female gorilla.
So. just so you know, that makes me starting this initiative at 172 lbs.
Wish me Luck!
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