Where do I start
Welll... I am back again. I thought I was on track in March, and was doing oh, so very well, until I got sick. And getting back in the saddle is hard forme - since I have no upper body strength and my ass is the size of Tennessee..
Lots of things have happened since then - It was definitely a time of self-discovery. What I discovered, I definitely DO NOT like.. For Example ..
I do not do well in the heat - went to Vegas and Wilted... I became a night owl by necessity (and that was only for one night and only because Teenage daughter was getting tired of sitting in the hotel room).
I feel bad - not sick - just bad. I seem to breathe hard according to others that can hear my about half a block away, my chest hurts, my knees hurt, and I always seem to have tummy troubles - mostly gas.
I can't fit into a thing that doesn't look like a mumu... Even my jeans make me look bad.
I turned 41 in July - and literally, I gained 5 lbs overnight. It is like my metabolism just said - "see ya later - if you are lucky.." I'm going out for a walkabout - I'll be back... It feels like I have sludge running through my system..
I am cranky - very, very, very cranky. I snap at people, supposedly yell at my husband (although if I don't speak up,, he can't hear me), and supposedly am much nicer after I go to the gym.
And... the gym... DD and I signed up in March... We have gone exactly 12 times (well, she and I have gone maybe 5 - I went more in the beginnning before I signed her up). We either have to go really early (and I am unequivocally NOT a morning person) or late at night - any other time it is like the holidays and trying to find a parking spot at the mall - darn near impossible. And someone like me doesn 't need any extra incentive to not go to the gym.
The last negative thing - I finally have realized that living with my MIL and all the associated family drama doesn't help. I have gained more stress weight from living with this unreasonable woman and dealing with her unlikeable children (except of course for my saint of a husband) than anything else. So... I have decided that I have to find another way to deal with it that helps me, and to heck what it does for them.
But..... although it doesn't seem possible... there are positives:
I am still alive... :-)
I still am able to go to the gym and pay for it....
I wrote down my goals and have them posted all over my bedroom.
I realized that I am not going to get everything done - I have to chose things that I really want to do, and do a few of those along with the things I don't want to do...
Realize I can do this - There is absolutely NO REASON why I can't - except if I tell myself I can't.
I am gonna look great.
Victoria's Secret is calling me - life is too short not to wear pretty underwear.
And... I love water.. Absolutely Love it...
So... here I go again..