*UPDATE: How come nobody told me that I didn’t include a picture in the original post when there obviously should have been one? You’re all fired.*
First off, WordPress and I were not friends yesterday. I couldn’t post, I couldn’t respond, it NEVER takes me out anymore…we nearly broke up.
Things are better now, but we’re taking it a day at a time and seeing how it goes.
Secondly, I need to lose weight. Not in a “my self-esteem is hurting” way, but a “you’ve gained too much and now your clothes fit funny and you have less energy” sort of way.
Plus, the champagne J.Crew bridesmaid dress for my sister-in-law’s that I bought in October? DOES. NOT. FIT.
Oh, it fits. But in a “Lord, Jesus woman, if you bust that zipper you’ll take the whole room out,” fashion.
Or as Jethro’s dad would say, “Ten pounds of hog in a five-pound sack.”
Her children really don’t need to see how Aunt Alyssa ruined her wedding photos with her backfat and tawdry saloon-girl cleavage. Luckily for me, she’s the most laid-back bride EVER. She’s like, “Eh, get a black dress, I don’t care, just be comfortable.”
Just more proof I’m needing to get moving again. I felt better when I was, anyway. My usual routine is Couch to 5K which is GREAT because it eases you up slowly but at a steady pace. It’s a program you can buy, but you can do it yourself by just following the plan listed or using one of the apps or podcasts you can download to listen to while you run. Mine is “Get Running,” and it also tracks your progress for you so you can know how long you need to walk/run on which day. And the nice lady with the New Zealand accent is very encouraging. But there’s also this one I might try, it seems to be more user friendly.
I was in about week 5 or 6 when I hurt myself and took a break…which quickly turned into, “God, I don’t want to start up again,” which morphs into, “Dammit, I’m going to have to start all over at the beginning by this point,” when segues to, “Running? What? Never heard of it. Ooo, PIZZA! NOM NOM NOM…”
Of course, making things like these don’t help.
WHAT? It was a test run for an event. In three weeks my sister-in-law is getting married (EEEEEE!! <—-obnoxious girly squeal) and for her bridal shower we are doing a waffle bar.
And of course, there must be chicken ‘n waffles.
It’s a rule.
We could get arrested if they weren’t there.
So help motivate me. What’s your exercise routine? What helps keep you going?**
**A college friend used to say, “Push it, Fatty!!!” to herself when she was struggling with a work-out. She also dressed up like a surly Oompa-Loompa for Halloween one year, so I like to imagine her as this smoking, angry orange-skinned elf hollering “PUSH IT, FATTY!!!” at me. Motivating? Eh. Hilarious? Yes.