I went to my meeting today for the first time in a couple weeks. I'd had scheduling issues and then I was sick so I missed my meetings. It was good to get back on the scale and back into a room where I feel so much support, understanding and can share in the group motivation. I even shared my before picture with the women sitting next to me, they were blown away. Heck, I'm blown away when I look at those pictures. Who was that girl?
Anyway, last week was pretty good. I went to the gym on Monday, Tuesday and Thursday. Monday went really good but come Tuesday morning I was hurting. Amazing that just 8 days off can do that. My legs were sore and my whole body was tight and achy. But I plowed through and went on Tuesday, doing the bike for 20 minutes (I dropped to level 5, my "recovery" level) and then chest and triceps. This whole week I'm following my Week 4/recovery week plan - less sets/time/resistance. After the bike I did chest/triceps/core. The pushups were hard! But I did them. I even grunted some. I know how much my fellow gym-goers like my grunting (not). I was happy to have Wednesday off from the gym.
On Wednesday I went with some of my favorite momma friends to the beach with all the kids in tow. We finally checked out Heart's Desire Beach on Tomales Bay and it did not disappoint. Best beach for kids, I can't believe I waited this long to go. I spent the day playing in the sand, flying a kite and chasing down straying toddlers. It was a perfect day. And exactly the kind of day I would have avoided, and missed out on, in my past life.
|Heart's Desire Beach. Look at that gorgeous weather!|
Yesterday (Thursday), I hit the gym again. I'm still coughing a fair amount, which is annoying. I suspect the other people at the gym wonder why I'm not home resting. But I feel fine, despite the cough. Yesterday was the first time in what feels like forever that I had that "I don't want to go to the gym" feeling that I used to have all the time. My feeling of not wanting to go was all mental and it scared me a little, I haven't felt that way since I started back after Myra was born. In any case, I procrastinated for a while and then I went. I waited so long I wouldn't have been able to do my whole workout but I called Miguel and he was able to pick up the kids. That was good. So I did a 20 minute run on the treadmill, which was actually quite a challenge given my lungs situation, and then I did back/biceps/core for strength training, which was also hard but I did it. Part of the problem was that I had no afternoon snack so I was just dragging. I'm looking forward to getting my dominance back in the gym. If I'm still coughing by the end of next week I'm going to the doctor.
Well, that's it from me. I'm about as pumped as I can be about this being the start of a new week. I'll hang out in this mild slump for as long as I need to. Even if I stay this weight for the rest of the summer I know I will be ok. I'm so:close to my next mini goal of 149.9, not to mention to my overall goal, but I will get there when I get there. As much as I want a quick fix, and I do - just as much as the next girl - I know that doesn't work for me. I have to keep doing what I know works.