My Cheerleader, My Husband
This morning I did 45 minutes on cardio on the elliptical followed by some abs. I pleasantly surprised to find that they were already sore. This afternoon, I am going to see my parents and I am really consdering paying the day fee to visit the local gym–In Shape City. That is one corny name. I would like to do by chest while I am away, plus it gives my parents time alone with their grandaughter-the apple of their eye. I have one sister and she has proclaimed that she isn’t having kids. I am on the fence about more. It is expensive, especially here in the Bay Area. You almost have to choose–another kid or private school for the first child? Live in a nearby city that you can barely afford to get a decent (and free) public education for both chidren? It’s perverse to even have to think this way since a public education is a right. Ugh. Don’t get me started.
Mu husband has been my biggest cheerleader in all of this fitness madness. Last night, we went to his best friends family birthday party. There was this amazing spread of Mexican food. Cheesy, saucy, carby goodness. I didn’t want to be rude, so I had already scoped the table and settled on a spoonful of rice and a small helping of enchilada. Enough to be a ‘good guest’ and get my eat on. My husband says, "She can’t do too much. It’ll put her over her carbs and calories for the day." Unless it is really close family, I don’t say anything about my preferences, I just make due with what’s there. But he was right there, being the carb police. It was really funny. He even refered to me as a ‘bodybuilder’ to his friend. That was a riot. He supports this mad, mad way of being becuase he knows that I feel better. No more complaints about how I look, or what doesn’t fit, or how terrible shopping is, or an obsession with shoes because nothing else looked decent. Losing this 30 pounds or so has taken so much pressure off of some mundane everday stuff. I can throw on jeans and go. I can wear a knit shirts and not worry about bulging out of it. I can get in front of a crowd and have just one less thing to think about. I like it and I know he does, too. His only complaint would probably be that a trip to the store to get milk and bread turns into a major affair with assorted meats and cottage cheese–but the trade off is that I rarely eat out on my own. And I don’t miss it.
Lately, I have been experiencing some lightheadedness at the gym. Like today, I had a pretty intense cardio session (my long one for the week) and I stopped to get to the treadmill for a cool down and I felt like I was going to pass out for a moment. I think I am doing things right–I eat before working out, I drink during the workout, I eat after I workout. Do I need even MORE calories? Maybe I need to play with my carbs a bit. I did lose another 2 pounds putting me at 152 from the last time I logged it in. I am losing about 1/2 a pound a week. That is perfectly reasonable and fine with me. At this point, with the exceptions of my abs being visible and just generally becoming more defined, I just don’t know what to expect. The initial goals was 150# and I am two pounds shy of that. I guess now would be a good time to find out what my body fat is and start monitoring that. And I really have got to get something started with this jiggly butt off mine–looks like a loaf of bread–all in good time.
