I hope everyone had a great weekend. Yesterday was Mickey’s 50th Birthday. Saturday night, I had a surprise party for him at his favorite restaurant. I had pretty well decided what I was going to have for my supper. I chose a Cuban sandwich and I split an order of fries with cheese, bacon and green onions with Alice. I only ate half the Cuban, which was the plan. Turns out, it wasn’t hard to do. I apparently do not like Cuban sandwiches. At least, I did not like this one. Alice loved it. It had a lot of pickles on it, which is fine. I like pickles; I just don’t like hot pickles. Also, the pork part was unseasoned. Anyway, what I didn’t count on was getting in the party spirit and consuming two drinks. One of which was milk-based and contained whipped cream. It was really yummy, though. I only ate one bite of cheesecake, so at least there was no dessert damage.
Between hamburgers Thursday, lunch out Friday, and the party Saturday, I was very nervous about getting on the scale this morning. I planned for everything I ate. I worked out and each day I still had a few calories left over from exercise. I ate at least half my exercise calories each of the three days and I try so hard not to touch those.
Anyway, even though I enjoyed my week, had two drinks and had two hamburgers, as well as fries with CHEESE, I still lost 1.8 pounds. I now weigh 279.8. I have lost 20.2 pounds in 42 days. I am not complaining at all. I also measured but, I don’t know. My body seems way off. I have lost a total of 4 inches in each of my arms. But, I have gained now, equally, in both thighs, At least I won’t be dragging that one mutant thigh around, like I was afraid of last week. I was kind of picturing myself as Jillian Michaels own Igor. “Mahhhsssttteerrrr, I can’t do that exercise, I have the mutant thighhhhhhhh.”
In Phase One of Body Revolution, there is a segment of balancing. On one foot. Like a flamingo, Now, picture a flamingo in your head. They are not very heavy birds. Not only that, their bones are HOLLOW. I kept falling over. Like on my fanny. Lift, kick, fall. Lift, kick, fall. Then, there are abductions, where you kick one leg out to the side with your hands on your hips. Jillian allows for a step-touch as the “easier mode.” I found myself kick out, touch, stagger, kick out, touch, grab the coffee table. Finally, I broke down and brought a chair into the living room. Workout ready. Weights, check. Mat, check, DVD, check, Dining Room chair, check.
I have been doing these every three days for about a week. Some days I can’t balance at all on my own. Some days, I only grab the chair every four steps and kicks. The point is, I am not going to wait until I can do it to even try. I will get knocked down, but I will get right back up again. And in the same vein as my last blog post stating “don’t wait to live your life until you lose the weight.” I have registered for my first 5K. It’s a ZOMBIE RUN!
Here is the description:
