I have been a pretty good girl. Really I have. I, for the most part, have been eating right. Last week alone I worked out like a lunatic. I ran. I did cardio. I did two-a-days in circuit. One day I even ran, did circuit, and did circuit again later.
I havent been drinking my damn calories. I barely had any ice cream.
And yet my friends, the scale hates me. It just does. It however, LOVES the number 170. And that is what I have resigned myself to weighing for the rest of my life. There. I give up.
Okay, not really. Not yet anyways. I upped my cardio again this week. For the first time in my life, I ran 3 miles...without stopping. I am pretty proud of myself. You should know though, that I am an ugly runner. For example, at about one mile...the sweat starts. Bad, bad sweating. The red face cometh. At about 2 miles, I am sweating so much that Heather offered me her sleeve to wipe my head on (and muttered something about how it was so gross). At about this time, again, I will contribute it to the sweat now all over the treadmill, my earphones (and I just bought new ones that hook over the ear bc the crappy ones that come with the iPhone always fall out), well my new earphones start popping out.
And if there is ever a time when you DONT want to be without music, it's when you believe the treadmill is trying to kill you.
But I made it. In about 34 minutes. And then I went and did 45 minutes of circuit. I ran again this morning. 2 miles and then a mile at 15% incline fast walk. I will do circuit over lunch.
And we will see if the scale moves.
It should be noted that the first week I lost 8 pounds. The second week I GAINED 3 back. So to all of the haters saying that I have an advantage with the band...I say...OOOOH REALLY? Because like I pointed out, mama can eat some crappy food and gain weight just as easy as anyone else. So I guess you could say that I lost those three pounds...and I am back to my eight pounds down.
I was painting the master bedroom with weekend (which was previously occupied by our roommate who is no longer our roommate). It was a wretched red color. We have opted for a gray blue called Harmonious. Doesn't it make you just want to sing? The new furniture should be coming soon from Overstock. I am beyond excited.
Anywhoozle, Heather had picked up an extra shift at work to make money for new said purchases. Have I mentioned I love her? So I was wearing my sweats and sports bra to paint. I wouldnt do this if she was home, bc I would be too worried about what my stomach looked like when I was bent over. But then I walked by a mirror and thought..."Huh...not that bad".
So carry on wayward soldiers. To hell with the scales (I dont mean it. I dont mean it scale Gods!). Happy Wednesday!