When it's good it's good....when it's bad......

Geez. I don't know what day it is. So here's what I'm going to do. I'm starting over at Day 22. If I called today what it is, which is like day 40 or something, I wouldn't feel right about it. So Day 22 it is!

I've been in a downward spiral since I left off. I got sick once, managed to stick with it and keep my eating somewhat in check (you know when you're sick, you don't feel like eating rice cakes- bring on the comfort food). As I was getting back into the groove, I went on vaca with Big Mo, Little Man, my brother, and neice. I went to this magical place called Missouri where the food contains no calories and the only exercise you need can be done in the car driving up and down the strip. Definitely going back there again. Then lo and behold, we ALL got sick. I knew I better take it easy this time. The junk in my chest threatened pneumonia if I didn't allow myself to heal. And again, bring on the comfort food. It just got worse from there. Suddenly I was saying, "Sure, Sonic sounds good." and, "how about ice cream for lunch?" Before I knew it, I accepted a bag of M&M's from a supervisor at work and didn't think twice when half the bag was missing (and I'm not talking about the fun size people)

So I went to the grocery store and made myself snap out of this funk. I was reaching for some apples and did a quick check in the mirror and was amazed that I was able to wear pre-Little Man clothes and didn't look too bad, if I do say so myself - no muffin top, no sucking in, and no spandex jeans. Okay, this is working. I just gotta stick with it.

So here I am. Happy to report I got my slacker butt out of bed to do Core Synergistics this morning. I brought good snacks and tuna for lunch. I'm pumped and ready to BRING IT!!

Okay, Okay! I'm back!

What day is it? I have no idea. This is week four so this should be somewhere between 21 and 28.

Okay, in my last post I was sick and had big plans to double up workouts. I picked back up on Saturday and did Legs & Back and Cardio X (but I skipped the yoga warm up). Sunday I did Plyometrics and Ab Ripper. So I made up for the missed days partially.

After checking the schedule I realized this week is supposed to be a recovery week. I did the stretching video only on Monday and I have to admit it was a very nice break. My legs were shot after my double weekend and the stretching took out alot of stiffness. But I still don't feel like I should "recover" this week. I feel like I lost the opportunity for progress last week and tomorrow I leave for a four-day vacation where I will inevitably eat poorly. I told Big Mo that I'm going to take P90X with me and try to do it at least two of the days. He thought I was crazy.

So here's my goal: I'll do a video tomorrow morning before we leave. I'll try to stay away from all the extra snacks and goodies that come along with road trips. I'll take with me the Plyometrics video because it doesn't require any weights and I might even talk my brother into doing it with me. So that's my plan.

Here's the other thing I'm thinking. Since I've missed so many days, I don't feel I'm at the true 30 day period. So I might repeat a week. I will feel better about it if I did.

I've been really nervous about my motivation level lately. I think, 'Oh no. It's happening again! I'm SLIPPING! Before I know it I'll completely give up. I've missed days and I'm going to miss more. I recognize the pattern! Eeeek!' But my aunt Rojo, the one that got me into running and has trained for many events herself, said, "Chubby, it's almost impossible to complete a 90 day anything without interruptions. You know, you get sick, go out of town, or whatever. You just gotta keep going." So I'm still with it. I've even enlisted a friend to do a weekend workout with me. That will help keep me going. I even watched the P90X infomercial last weekend and admittedly got pretty pumped all over again.

And if I really start to doubt my motivation, I just look in the mirror at where my muffin top used to be and think, okay, gotta keep going! Keep Bringing it!!!!

I hit a snag

Day ?. I have no idea what day it is and frankly I don't have the energy to look. Big Mo has been sick for three days. Night before last, Little Man was up all night with an ear ache. I thought he was making it up so I felt really bad when the doc told me yesterday that his eardrum was about to burst. Then last night, I started to feel that ole familiar tickle in the back of my throat. I knew it was coming. I was up all night with a sore throat and congestion. I feel like death.

So, needless to say I have not P90X-ed in two days and I ate really crappy yesterday. Minor setback. I've told myself if I rally this weekend I will try to double up some of my workouts to make up for it, but I'm not making any promises.

If I don't blog again for a few days, contact me to make sure I'm still alive.
Dayquil and Chloroseptic??? Bring it!!!! Please!

I could almost taste the Oreo!!!!

Day 16. I have never been more mad at my alarm clock. I'm not sure where I was but Kid Cradduck and I were hanging out and he offered me some Oreos - the big fat double stuffed kind. I pulled the two sides apart and I was about to scrape the filling off with my teeth when my heard the most painfully excruciating noise - my alarm. In my confusion, I grasped the air with my hands to see if I there were any Oreos to be had. Nope, all a dream.

It will be nice when my daily posts aren't devoted to my struggle to get out of bed. Will I ever see that day? Probably on Day 90.

Even after the struggle, I made myself get up and do Cardio X. I even went as far as resetting my alarm. And as I was finishing my last stretch and reached to turn off the dvd, my alarm sounded for the second time. I thought, wow, I got a whole sweat session in in the same time I would have laid there arguing with myself. Way to go, Chubby! Way to Bring It!

Weekend Wrapup

So it's two days past the weekend but I figure better late than never.

What can I say about week 2? I jumped some hurdles- eating well, getting up almost every day, making up missed workouts...did I mention getting up almost every day?? I complain about that factor alot but it's the worst part of this whole thing. It's even worse than going without junk food! I know, that's pretty bad!

As it is, I hate being obligated to get up, drag myself to the shower, lather, rinse, repeat, put on makeup, goop products in my hair, blowdry, fix, primp, get the Lil Man ready....So many times I stand there going through the motions and think, 'why am doing this? Is it really necessary? One of these days I'm just going to roll out of bed and walk in to work. Let's stop this charade!' So when I have to get up extra early, work my butt off and THEN go through all of that, I really dread it. Don't get me wrong, I feel better when I'm finished. But GEEZ I hate waking up early.

So why don't I work out at night? you ask. I feel guilty enough as it is being away from Lil Man for 9 hours a day. I can't bring myself to spend another precious hour away from him in the evenings. Working out before work is my only option. Plus, I get an hour to myself that way.

I'm coming to terms with the fact that this is what it takes to get in shape. Notice I said in shape, not "get skinny". After I finished my workout on Saturday - Plyo - I felt great and fit. Exhausted completely, but fit. I said to Big Mo, "I want people to look at me and say, 'Man! She must lift weights!' instead of, 'Man, that girl is skinny!'" A wise person recently told me that I'm more than just a number and I have really taken that to heart. There's so much more that qualifies a person than the number on the scale. That's why I have made a strict No Scales Policy. My only guage of improvement will be how I feel about myself when this is over.



**BTW, took Friday completely off. I was so exhausted. I worked out both Saturday and Sunday to make up for it. So my "perfect attendance" record is still in tact!