Last week was "recovery" week on the P90X program and of course I took complete advantage of that and thought I'd just watch my eating really closely and also maybe take some walks here and there. I did weed a few days (more about this disaster in a few), but I definitely was a complete lazy slacker other than that. I did maybe 4/7 of the P90X work outs and I only sort of ate, okay, not good. But, luckily, I didn't gain weight, which I was pretty sure I was going to. I stayed exactly the same. I still wish I would have dropped even a half a pound but that didn't happen. I guess after my break down I'm grateful that I stayed the same. But here's the thing, at the weight I'm at, to maintain I can eat exactly 1238192312 calories a day and not gain or loss a pound (it's a fact, google it) so maintaining isn't really that difficult, but when I'm down to my goal weight I'll only be able to eat 4 calories a day to maintain my weight (it's a fact, google it). So it'll be much harder to maintain when I get to my goal weight.
So, weeding the flower beds last week has resulted in poison ivy hell, literally. First of all, I use "IvyRest" (or something like that) every time I come inside, except one time...stupid one time...it's always "one time"...stupid. We moved into this house a little less than 2 1/2 years ago and the previous owners put a TON of money and work into the flower beds/landscaping but it looks like they maybe didn't keep up with it for the last 5 years or so they lived here. We've heard that one of them was maybe sick before they moved, but I honestly have no idea. So we have at least 2 flower beds that haven't been touched for a minimum of 6 years. And since last year Zoe was colic and well just a rough baby we really didn't get to it then either. Jeremy has spent DAYS chain sawing and getting it "park like" so I've been trying to work as much as I can on the flower beds. One is this huge area with a nice rock walk way and it's just gorgeous but the weeds have definitely taken control. Well, as I know better I didn't wear long sleeves and I have poison ivy from my wrist to my elbow on my right arm and almost that much on my left arm. Luckily I had gloves on. Now, there were no leaves on these stupid vines (yes, stupid is the word for all of this) so even though I noticed the vines and thought they 'could be' poison ivy I sort of dismissed it not seeing the leaves, but, alas, apparently this evil (maybe that should be the word) vine is poisonous even w/o the leaves! And there's A LOT more out there. I will not weed again in short sleeves, luckily I was smart enough to put on long pants. And every time i sweat the itching becomes to unbearable that there's actually been tears...so I haven't really worked out since. Plus for some reason, just exhausted...a lot. I finally broke down and got some IvyDry and some Benadryl so hopefully tomorrow I can pull myself together (thanks, Steph, it's really the best quote EVER) and get back on the ball.
On top of the poison ivy we had Church yesterday, a Living Lords Supper, it was pretty awesome and then a straight drive up to KC (3 1/2 hours) for a GORGEOUS wedding, it was so great, and then a 3 hour drive home. Everyone else slept at least the last 1 1/2 hours on the way home and then I had to be up to babysit today so I knew that even if I did work out it would have been sad and pathetic. Again, tomorrow, I hope to pull myself together and get back on the ball and really do this.
I guess we'll see. I'm beginning to realize that I thought this blog was going to be a motivation for some people and it's more like the way NOT to do things. It's going to take me a lot longer than I thought or expected to lose this weight. I know it's not supposed to be easy, if it was easy, people like me would just put it back on. However, in this exact moment, saying that I remember quitting smoking almost 7 years ago (May 10, 2004). It was easy, I know you think I'm being silly but it's the truth. I was at work, just fed up, my mom had died 3 1/2 months before and throwing almost a half a pack of cigarettes in the trash and just being done. I haven't smoked a cigarette since, I didn't crave them, I didn't shake or freak out or scream at people, I just quit. So, maybe this food thing CAN be that easy...hmmmm....
28 days (as of last Friday) until my birthday.
21 days until Memphis!
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