The fucking scale at the YMCA is a vicious slut. It says I gained, yes GAINED 1. 9 lbs. What the hell? OK. Maybe my mean muscle mass is growing like a tumor. Or I'm PMS-ish. It's so hard to tell. I ventured to a new exercise room at the Y and rode an ass-numbing 30 minutes on "rolling hills". My right cheek is still twitching. The steam room is now my reward system. The more minutes I commit to sweating while moving = more minutes to sweat profusely while doing nothing. Delicious.
Today has been endlessly frustrating. Cancelled meetings, parent -teacher emergency meetings, listening to kids fighting. Ugh. I have been very mindful of my food intake, all organic, mostly odwalla super green drinks, salmon sushi, roasted seaweed, a banana, steamed vegetables, and vegetarian chow mein. I need to focus on drinking more water.
Night time is the hardest. Cereal is so alluring and comforting in dim light. I think I'll go do my mini-skin care routine to take me away from temptation.
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