Woe Is Me

Oh dear.

I seem to have forsaken thee (thees?) over the last couple of weeks. Between a family visit, a spur of the moment friends visit, Relay for Life and life in general, I have been rather absent.

I'm sure you missed me desperately. ;-)

I have a confession:

I have not been walking.

And I feel ick because of it.

I'm a creature of habit, and when I can make walking a part of the irrevocable routine, I'm good to go, but you give me two weeks of pure chaos, and I seem to be back where I began.

But I'm determined to try and get going again, with y'alls help!

In other news, I bought a bike.

Having not ridden a bike in about 17 years, this is a new and exciting challenge. I can't go far, or fast, but at least I'm staying upright on the damn thing. ;-)

I'm hoping it will help break up the walking with a different exercise every once in a while.

Pretty blue, no?

Anyhoo, I'm hoping to be back in the walking rhythm with you all very soon! Great to see how wonderfully everyone is doing - very motivating!

New motivation.

Lola was being, for lack of a kinder way to put it, a HUGE shithead-hellion-f@*kface-a$$hole tonight. I tried calming her with a 15 minute break in her crate. It didn't work. I was frustrated and ready to cry. And the fact that I was ready to cry made me want to cry more, cuz that's lame, yo.

So I took her for a walk. We went around our usual part of the neighborhood, but sensing that our few blocks were not enough to expel her demon energy, I kept going into the undeveloped parts of the neighborhood. By the time we made it back home we'd walked 40 minutes. She's been chewing her bone, instead of me, for the entire hour since we've been back.

THANK YOU, EXERCISE!

Ignoring the fact that Bethany is on her way over with a small Dairy Queen blizzard to reward me for being such a good doggy mom, today contained a nice healthy 70 minutes, or roughly 3.5 miles, and I still love my dog.

Week Three Goals

Week three, already?!?

Monday 10 minutes
Tuesday 15 minutes
Wednesday 20 minutes
Thursday OFF
Friday 15 minutes
Saturday 20 minutes
Sunday 20 minutes
total : 5 miles

I have some catching up to do. I've had a sinus infection since a week ago Friday, which now appears to have possibly made its way into bronchitis. This is a lousy excuse for not walking 10 minutes. As is the fact that I spent most of the weekend cleaning at my rental property. Haha I like calling it a "rental property" instead of "the house I lived in until I couldn't find roommates to live there and now won't seem to sell so I need people to live there and help me pay the mortgage." It's more... concise. Less melodramatic. But basically, I'm just saying that I haven't been very good at keeping up with this, which makes me extra proud of those of you who have, because I know first-hand how easy it is to get distracted and make exercise a lower priority, and you're all fabulous and awesome and inspirational.

And I'll catch up eventually... honest.

Oh, the temptations.

I was off to a great start this week. I was eating healthy and gung-ho on the plan. Then I gave in to laziness, donuts, ice cream socials and peanut butter cookies. I currently plan to go home and nap. And then eat pasta and drink wine (thankfully in honor of a birthday, so those calories don't count).

Awesome!

As for my exercising, I'd walked 80 minutes in two and a half days...and since then I've only walked an additional 45. Phil has been around to share dog-walking duties, and after 5 days of single parenting while he was out of town, I relish the Lola-free time. I have great plans to be active all weekend, so of course, they're calling for thunderstorms. Rain will totally ruin all of my really fun plans but will also keep me out of a bathing suit for a little while longer. Nothing's quite so motivational...

In other news, very much in the vein of my theory that calories consumed in honor of birthdays do not exist, I'm trying to think of a loophole that negates the affect of any foods consumed at holiday BBQs. Any suggestions?

Have a great long weekend everyone! Stay strong!

(Oh yeah, and even though I feel like a slacker, I still totally exceeded this week's goal. So there's that.)

My own worst enemy

I was up SO EARLY this morning. At 6:15 the sun was shining and the birds were singing outside my open window, and I could've gone back to sleep but I decided not to. Since I've been having so much trouble waking up on time, it seemed better to just get up while I was awake. The problem with waking up that early is that somehow I feel like I have all this time and need to make it worthwhile, so I end up doing things like... rearranging all the furniture in our dining room. LOL. Yeeeeah. Hey, I waited until my roommate was up and blowdrying her hair to move anything that wasn't on wheels... I'm insane, I can't help it. BUT anyway. I kept thinking "I should use this time to take a walk" or "I have time to go get real breakfast someplace," but instead I just filled up that time... and bought doughnettes and mini muffins for the office on my way to work. Not exactly health food ("if they're mini, they hardly count!"). And now, for all the times I've talked smack about Krispy Kreme, I publicly apologize. Those mini cruellers with drizzles of chocolate glaze ... oh man, are they good. And I only ate two...

Falling off the wagon is tasty.

At work, Wednesday means only one thing.

Delicious. Evil. Donuts.

Now, you people are probably starting to think I'm donut obsessed. This is not the case. While I am fond of pastries, as a snack addict, I generally don't favor or discriminate against any category of sweets. Regardless, every Wednesday, without fail, there will be two doughy dozens of something.

I attempted to resist. I suggested perhaps next week's appointed food provider supply fruit salad. I was laughed at. That's just the kind of people we are here. The "we eat 2 dozen donuts every Wednesday and laugh in the face of fruit" kind. Monsters!

So what else was I supposed to do? I had to eat one of those donuts. I had to punish the donut for taunting me. I ate that little punk as consolation in the wake of my humiliating fruit-laugh ordeal. At least, that's the dramatic justification I've offered myself for so quickly diving head first falling off the healthy eating bandwagon.

So while Lola and I managed to squeeze in all 3 walks yesterday even with the threat of rain, I've only got 10 minutes of walking under my belt for today.

My donut has created a deficit.

Tomorrow there is a potluck. I'm going to hide.