This week has been INSANELY busy. I thought I was busy before... but September (and, so far, October) was just nuts. I am impressed with myself that I have gone to the gym three times a week for a solid month now. And every time I have gone, I have given it 100%. I am lifting heavier and heavier weights and as a result my joints feel much more stable than they did before. This is the most strength training I have *ever* done. Even when I was doing it before, at home, I was not doing as many exercises or as many sets and reps, nor did I do it 3 times a week. I finally really like it. I don't exactly like going to the GYM for it, but I think that is more about the sense that it is taking a chunk of valuable time out of my busy day where I *could* be doing this or that other thing. But then I decided that *I* am valuable, and I really *should* spend time on me. I am worth it and so I go.
That said, today is the first day I may not make it to the gym on schedule. I had a choice to make this morning: dog training or gym right after school drop off. Since my competition dog has been lacking any training or activities lately due to my schedule, I went with the dog training. We had a great time and spent 2 hours tracking (AKC). We both love it and it is peaceful and centering to be outside with nature in the crisp fall air. Now the dogs are peacefully gnawing their bones while I sip the last of my hot coffee and get ready to run my teen to the dentist to get his wisdom teeth out. Poor guy, I hope it goes well.
Anyway, I may break out the hand weights tonight and run through some of the usual exercises after I finish packing for my trip.
I don't think I mentioned this before, but back when I first started regaining the weight... probably around 190 pounds... my daughter walked into my home gym where I was biking and sweetly and innocently said, "your legs are getting bigger." I didn't even know what to say to that. I wonder what she thinks now. Obviously the kids must notice. I want to get back out of obesity. I don't want to be the fat mom. I remember how great it felt to NOT be the fat mom anymore. I hate that things went backwards. But all I can do is work very hard and give it my best to get back to a healthy weight... and stay there.
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