First I went to weight watchers (after a 6 month hiatus - even though i've been shelling out $40/month for the fricking thing...) --- weighed in. scale said different than what my scale at home said... basically because i was wearing socks, sweatpants, undergarments (ohhhhhhh so ladylike with the term.) and t-shirt... while at home, well, let's just say every time i get on the scale, it's my birthday.
so, according to the home scale, i've lost 2.7 pounds since last thursday.
after i weighed in at Ye Ol' WW, I headed over to WOW! (that's a LOT of Ws in one sentence. cripes.)
i had a goal for the end of the week to work up to doing 7 minutes on the elliptical... since saturday i was dying at 5:15 and pushed myself to do 5:30. So today i was only thinking of doing 6 minutes on the elliptical.
I did 7:05!!! woooooooo!
I dunno, i think it was my music choice. I hadn't been playing my military cadence songs since my knees went screwy a couple of weeks ago. Saturday I had Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers coursing through my earphones. Today I was a Marine, an Army Ranger, a Navy Seal and an Air Force something or other. I didn't even notice that I had hit and surpassed the deadly 5:30 mark. Then I saw 6:15 and said "holy shit, why am I not dying here? may as well go for 7 minutes!"
got off of that, headed over to the treadmill... walked an average of 3.5 mph at a 2.0 incline for 30 minutes (it was about 1.7 miles... of course, i didn't have my nike+ fancypants shoe thing switched on..). Again. 1, 2, 3, 4, UNITED STATES MARINE CORP~!!! got me through.
Bring it. oh it's been broughten. So the music, the teevees (Price is Right was on by then) and a wee bit o' working out eye candy that was in front of me, kept me occupied mentally.
Wound up doing the crazy bicep curls on the exercise ball again. then the bosu ball thing, did the side lift whoojawhassis and then did free rows. followed by 3 sets of ab crunches (12 reps - i may be crippled by tomorrow which is not good.) and 2 sets of bridges and alternating ab crunch things... then i stretched out my hip flexors (awwwwwwwww yeah.)
TOMORROW is my first "REAL" workout with the personal trainer. I have to get there before 11 because I am "responsible for the cardio" before the session.
Kinda excited about all of this.
The place where I usually go pick up bacon & egg sammiches on hard rolls knows that I am "on a diet" and when i called up for a "bacon & egg sammich on a hard roll --- and a scrambled egg on... wheat toast" the owner was like "Erin, this is killing you to say that isn't it?" heh. the bacon & egg was for my mom this morning.
Doing okay so far.
Right now, I am only weighing in at weight watchers... but, i am logging all of my calories and whatnot (what is this, the 70s?) into CalorieKing.com
What else? It's windy as all hell. Last night our neighbour's grill fell over and into ours - this happened a few years ago too. Only this time our grill didn't fall over and shatter like the last time. Thank God.
Oh! And... okay... I'll admit one more thing that many of you might think is goofy, but whatever... I've subscribed to this Joel Osteen podcast on the ol' ipod. Now now, no, I am not banging any bibles... but I like what he has to say and all that stuff... anywhoooooooooo... he usually starts off with a joke. This week it was this:
A country couple were celebrating their 50th anniversary. The special thing about them is that they've never had an argument the entire time they've been married. When asked how they've had such a peaceful relationship, the husband explained.
As they were leaving the church on horseback after their wedding, they'd went a little ways and then the bride's horse stopped.
The bride got off the horse, looked it in the eye and said "That's 1"
The horse started moving again, but after a little while, it stopped again.
The bride got off the horse, looked it in the eye and said "That's 2"
The horse began to move again, but after a little while it stopped.
The bride got off the horse, said "That's 3." then grabbed a .45 revolver and shot the horse dead.
The husband, horrified, said "HONEY! You can't shoot an animal for not doing what it's told!"
The wife turns and faced her new husband and said:
"Honey, That's 1."
heh. nice, huh?