I ordered four boxes of these today -- but I won't eat a single one of 'em. Someone else's, though? Diff'rent story, Willis.
I just ordered four boxes of Girl Scout cookies -- right after finding out I lost seven pounds since last Monday, woohoo!
Don't freak out, I checked the "donate to someone who isn't fat" box or whatever it is, so I'll never see a single Samoa. Unless, of course, I tackle someone in the newsroom for one. Wonder how many calories that would burn ...
Anyway, I'm not 100 percent sure why I lost that much last week (for a total of NINE POUNDS since Jan. 4). Since my doctor told me how many calories I was consuming in certain sugary beverages, I totally backed off -- perhaps the pounds fell from there? Now, I'm drinking about three liters of water a day, plus the occasional glass of wine -- in moderation, kids, always in moderation.
I haven't been working out enough to warrant any weight loss, as my first day at the gym was Sunday. PB and I went to Mistress Ann's spin class at St. John's -- loved it! Wait, that's a lie; but I did enjoy it. Mostly. Well, I like the concept of how it'll benefit me the more I keep up with classes.
OK, spin class kicked my butt. Actually, it used 30 minutes of applied pressure to bruise it. Hence my current search for a bike short that (1) wards off bruising and other discomfort; and (2) doesn't seem inappropriate to wear in public. In the shape I'm in now, I can't imagine inflicting that kind of trauma on anyone.
The next morning, quite nigh to dawn's crack, we met at St. John's again for a 30-minute stretch class -- kinda like yoga. Apparently, I am WAAAAAY out of shape. Some of the positions were mildly challenging, but a few were nearly undoable. Sorry, I'm not as bendy as I used to be. But that's gonna change, as long as I keep doing the "Kneeling Baby" or "Dirty Dog" or "Fetal Scream," whatever they're called.
After that, it was 10 minutes on the StairMaster, 10 on the elliptical machine, then 10 more on some bike-like thing with hand pedals or something. I may have momentarily blacked out on that one.
Omigosh! I actually reconsidered a bad food decision based on the fact that I didn't want to have to write about it. So here's how things have shaped up since Sunday afternoon:
Sunday dinner: 1 serving crock-pot beans (a very healthy recipe, thank you); Sunday night snack during the Golden Globes: a few carrot sticks, a few cherry tomatoes, two celery sticks and a few broccoli florets -- and that's it!
After the gym on Monday (having had an orange at 6 a.m.), I had oatmeal with blueberries and cinnamon plus three scrambled egg whites with fat-free cheese. Snack at 11 a.m. was a serving of almonds; lunch was 3/4 cup organic long-grain rice with 1 cup red beans (these may get old by Tuesday, hmm ...); and my upcoming snack will probably be an apple. Lord, I hope this isn't the most excited I feel the rest of the week.
Peace, love and nine less reasons to love myself ... xoxo
