Still at 127. Sigh.
I am very motivated, however, despite my lack of progress. I tried on the outfit that I want to wear for the wedding. I look much better in it than the last time I tried it on two years ago, which is gratifying. However, things are still a little lumpy, if you know what I mean, so I'm not letting up.
MY HUSBAND approved it, which reassures me, because he is an exacting exquisite when it comes to matters of dress. When asked, he ruled that my upper arms did not resemble tube socks, but that it would not hurt to focus some more exercises on them specifically. I feel that this was a fair assessment.
My kids also liked the outfit, and tried to stroke it with their grubby little hands. I am also reassured, because I know that my eight year old would definitely have told me if I looked fat, even though I didn't ask her that question. If I bend over and my pants slip down a little (something that happens often -- a very attractive trait I inherited from MY FATHER) she pulls them up. It makes her nuts. I think if she were in charge of my consumption, I would be starved to a frazzle in about two weeks.
By the by, I highly recommend the spray tanning. I am deathly pale in the winter, and it really has taken the edge off. This is especially true of my arms and neck. I don't think it's as essential for a more dark-skinned person, like my PIC, but I thought she looked good, too. Ironically, although these little beauty schemes are born of her fertile little brain, she is very impatient with their execution. I think this time that she is willing to go back again a couple of days before the wedding, however.
One important note about spray tanning -- don't wear any deodorant. My armpits look like someone was finger painting on them.
I had some chicken salad and a bowl of soup for lunch, and I'm pretty much done for the day. I may force down a few bites of broccoli to encourage my kids to eat it. I walked 2.5 miles on the treadmill. I should have run, but I just didn't have it in me.
Tomorrow I'm going to work out with MY HUSBAND, which should burn a lot of calories. Letting MY HUSBAND write up a workout for me, which he is very good at, is very similar to taking a class from Candy at the YMCA. Lots of old school lunges, push ups and sit ups. Lots of hardcore cardio. Screaming muscles the next day. The advantage to working out with MY HUSBAND, however, is that even at my most pathetic, it turns him on to see me sweat, and he rewards me accordingly. I don't seem to have that effect on Candy. Junk in the trunk must not be her thing.
Until tomorrow!
it sounds like you are suddenly taking this all very seriously...sadly, it makes the blog less funny and makes me feel like I should work out...I guess I am going to have to cancel my subscription
ReplyDeleteSpanx (or what I like to refer to as my "scuba suit") are your friend-- I highly recommend them for getting rid of lumps and bumps! Plus being encased like a sausage will keep you from eating much at the reception (ha, ha).
ReplyDeleteI feel your pain, Kirstie.... I've never worked out or eaten this healthy as much as I have this month and it gets frustrating. Definitely a one step forward, two steps back process. (Grrr!) I've lost 8lbs so far, but feel like it should have been a lot more if not for the 3 times I drank wine/beer. (Those weeks I've ended up gaining back 3lbs and it takes me 5 days to get off the water weight.) I think I will just have to get on the wagon until I near my goal.... which sadly will be sometime in June at this point!