I should have known better than to post about my excitement regarding writing and posting. I swear as soon as I hit Publish, my words ran right out the door, and I haven't been able to think of a single thing to say since then. My week has been extremely boring and lacking in blogable information. Monday I watched my beloved Angels eliminated from the playoffs. Tuesday I caught up on my Grey's Anatomy, and watched part of the debate. Wednesday I had a headache so awful that it sent me home from work early and forced me to do nothing but lay on the couch and whine.
Wow. That's even more depressing in print than it is just thinking about it.
Next week I start the Couch to 5K running plan that this wonderful person inspired me to try. I go through phases with working out and exercising. It always starts with a determined effort to get skinny on the outside, complete with hard workouts, multiple miles of walking and jogging and excellent nutrition. That's followed closely by immense pain and suffering and a promise never to exercise again. After surgery, I couldn't work out much, so I just watched what I ate. That totally worked for me, and I was able to get down to 193 (Considering I started at 225, and plateaued for 4 months at 205, 193 was incredible for me.) Then one day I started ballooning back up. Rapidly. I wasn't eating more, I wasn't exercising less, but I was expanding like crazy. I put on 20 pounds in a little under 3 months. It sucks, believe me. I bought all sorts of great new clothes when I was losing weight, and now I can't wear them. (Well technically, I CAN. But my fat roll shows. And I'm not one of those girls who's comfortable with their roll just hanging out for all to see.) I'm pretty sure that my thyroid has ceased working (it's happened before) and that's the cause of my rapid weight gain (as well as my sleeplessness, and my recent need to wear sweatshirts when it's 94 degrees outside, because I'm cold all the damn time). So hopefully with the medicine that my doctor is sure to give me (in six more weeks when I can FINALLY see her) and the exercise program I'm starting, I can lose all this extra weight, plus some more. My goal is to lose 40 pounds. That'll put me at a nice healthy 170. And when I reach that goal, I'm going to reward myself with something big. Maybe a trip to Ireland, or a new car. Or something fantastic and wonderful. Any suggestions?
My reward for having some semblance of muscle in my abdominal area again is going to be a kick ass pair of boots that cost more than my rent payment. Because I am that person.
But I would take a trip to Ireland, too.
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