the slack in the air is palpable.
I haven't worked out since Thursday. I have eaten whatever I want since Friday. I have not stepped on a scale since Wednesday. I have no plans to do so until Wednesday, and I'm almost positive I will not like what I see when I do.
There are a lot of things I can blame this on, but it all comes down to me. No, the vendor who sent me a 4-layer tin of Christmas cookies didn't help matters any, but this is not his fault. Same for the kid who had a birthday party, the chick with the guacamole spoon at Chipotle, my boss who ordered pizza when we worked through lunch Friday, and IBM. When it comes down to it, it was aaaall me.
The workout situation is getting critical, though. I still need 10 more (for a total of 32) workout points to qualify for the quarterly fitness award with my company. This means working out every day this week AND next, including the weekend. No way I'm getting two-thirds of the way and then not making it. I want my gift certificates, dammit.
The good thing about that is, well, I have to work out every day between now and Christmas Eve. I still haven't gone yet today, but I'm thinking I'll walk over there at 5:15 or so if the sky doesn't fall between now and then. I'm not sure what I'm going to do yet...there's no class to take, I didn't bring a book, and it's windy as hell outside. I'll probably just walk a hill course on the treadmill and watch the Saddam coverage in an endless loop on CNN. There's gotta be a way to change the station on those TVs, but I don't have the secret.
UPDATE: Ooh...there's a yoga class tonight. Dare I?
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Speaking of fitness classes at work (well, not really, but I didn't really have a good segue), I went to one on Thursday night. The class was really good, though...it's basically a circuit training course, where the instructor sets out 12 station cards, then you rotate through the stations in 1 1/2 minute intervals. I made it through about 5 stations before I had to either stop or throw up (I guess an afternoon diet consisting solely of mini-Reese's cups did not adequately prepare me for any kind of challenge). The class did its job, though...today was the first day I could really move my arms or walk without pain. I had been coasting in my workout routine for so long, I had forgotten what that was like. One of the exercises (military press with a 5 lb bar or something ridiculously little like that), I actually went to failure. The arms just would. not. go. after about 45 seconds, and I had to wait out the rest of that station. Do you realize how long it's been since I've done anything to failure? I just haven't been working hard enough.
This class runs at noon on Tuesdays and 5:15 on Thursdays, so I'm planning on taking it twice a week from now on. Eventually, I hope to be able to do the press for the full 90 seconds, and the squat/lunges without feeling like I'm going to tip over. It's going to be a while, though. My short-term goal is to get through the full 45 minutes without throwing up or passing out, or worse--giving up.
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On a sort of unrelated note, our trip to WI is now exactly 9 days away. We are getting on a plane at 3:00 on Christmas Eve, which is both necessity and complete madness. I needed to work on that day, so I pushed the flight as far back as I could. Hopefully the airport won't be too bad, the flight won't be delayed, and our rental car reservation will still be there when we get to the counter. We're planning on being with family by 8:30 that night, after driving an hour to the hometown, checking into the hotel, and driving another 20 minutes to my grandma's house. Over the river and through the woods, baby.
Oh, and if any of you have control of the weather...while I would like snow to be on the ground when we get there, I would prefer that it falls ahead of time, not during the trip. It's been about 2-3 years since I've driven in a snowstorm, and I already intend to seriously defy posted speed limits to keep our schedule. Snow would really set us back. Thanks. :)
To make this part of the post less than completely off-topic, I should note that I have lost only 10 lbs since I last saw family in July. Ten crappy pounds. In 5 months. Ugh. Oh well...at least it's something.
Posted by Joy at December 15, 2003 03:37 PM