Even after taking yesterday off to tinker with my soon-to-be-released TypePad blog, today was still the longest work day of my life. I am ready to sleep in, get my hair cut (because it's been six weeks already and my bangs are on the verge of poking out my eyeballs, OMG), and just generally enjoy time away from a professional corporate environment.
Before I start packing my bags for our trip north, though, I suppose I should 'fess up that on Frema's third Weight Loss Wednesday, there was no actual weight loss involved.
LAST WEEK'S WEIGHT: 135
CURRENT WEIGHT: 136
POUNDS TO GOAL WEIGHT: 11
I wish I could say I was surprised, but I ate a ton of crap over the weekend and I figured it was bound to manifest itself on the scale. Alcohol on Friday, brats and burgers and fries and shakes on Saturday, pancakes and burgers (but it was made from bison!) and fries and half a chocolate kaluha brownie from my new favorite restaurant on Sunday. You see, food and I, we share an unbreakable bond. It's impossible to just remain friends.
I will say, though, my gain probably would've measured out to more than one measly pound had I not adhered to my exercise routine. I continue to make it to the gym according to schedule, except for a tiny glitch on Monday in which I found myself unable to get out of bed before six-thirty, but I made up for it with an hour's worth of quality treadmilling later that evening, so I'm calling it even. Of greater concern is that Luke and I will be breaking bread with my family in Chicago tomorrow and his in Merrillville the following day, meaning we won't be in the vicinity of our gym until we return to Indianapolis, meaning I'll miss the final two days of this week's work out. I hope to get my flabby self to the Y over the weekend to compensate, but it's Thanksgiving, people. I'm not making any promises.
I will also add that committing to Weight Loss Wednesdays has provided ample motivation to meet my fitness goals. Yesterday I was in no mood to tear myself away from the computer just to trip over my own two feet in step class, but I did it, simply because I couldn't imagine "facing" my Internet Exercise Buddy and the rest of you guys after blatantly disrespecting everyone's encouragement and support. I'll try to keep that in mind when seated at both dinner tables, in an effort to prevent bearing bad news two WLWs in a row.
On that note, sensible meal portions to all, and to all a very happy Thanksgiving!
(I don't know why I wrote that last line, as if you don't know I'll be posting tomorrow and the day after that and the day after that and the day after that and then five more times after that. NaBloPoMos of the world, unite! Plus, somebody's got to post the second installment of Tragic Love Friday, right?)
(Also also, how crazy am I to even think about participating in this?)
Do it. You know you want to.
Posted by: Dawnie | November 23, 2006 at 02:38 AM
A way for your daily blogging to continue? Hooray! Do it! Do it!
Posted by: Lost A Sock | November 23, 2006 at 03:28 AM
You are seriously crazy. I say this with all sincerity because as much as I love reading you daily, I am personally looking forward to a little relief from the pressure!
Posted by: takin chances | November 23, 2006 at 03:44 AM
i didn't reach my exercise goal this week. :( what's my punishment? do your worst! i feel pretty lame, though, admitting that the week sucked goal-wise. i'm pretty sure it will motivate me from now on.
also... i say go for the holidailies! i think i might try it, too. i don't have any vacations planned next month so i think i can do it. :)
Posted by: Judy | November 23, 2006 at 12:33 PM
Ted's Montana Grill...sounds like a bear was killed and they would probably serve it there. ;)
Posted by: Sambo V. | November 25, 2006 at 05:10 AM