all the same stuff my pants have been telling me for the last 6 weeks, but that I refused to hear. Both scale and pants are in agreement here: I’ve gained weight.
I gained weight over the summer…because…I was actually less active & ate worse these last 6 weeks. This isn’t usually the case for summer, but there it it. So, fall’s the new summer: I’m back on a diet & exercise plan. Today. Not waiting for my schedule to settle down. Not waiting til I get back from visiting family next week. Not waiting for the semester to start or for me to get into a routine or for the semester to end or for winter break to end or, or, or, or. Today.
& I need to kick start this sucker with some serious movement on the scale. So today & tomorrow I’m doing a juice fast (with tons of water) to cleanse and get myself motivated to eat right. Hell, my doctor recommended a weekly or twice weekly, even, fast. Think I’ll take him up on it.
For now, I’ve got to unpack my car from the trip back down to Michigan’s incredibly hot & muggy LP. Hubby’s heading down with his fully-loaded car late tonight, so I might as well do what I can to get myself & this house organized before that carload of chaos arrives. I tried to pack up most of the house before I left: hubby’s not the most organized packer & I didn’t want to have to be searching for my cooking utensils in his tool box. But it’ll still be chaotic.
Then I’m going to do some grocery shopping: juice for today/tomorrow & some fresh (and good) veggies for Tuesday. I’ve found an intro yoga video I want to do on hulu. I’ve done yoga on and off for years, but it’s not like riding a bike for me: my muscles just don’t remember yoga the way I wish they would. Anyway, it’s a start & after my tumble (twice) down the deck stairs on Friday (the 13th), I’m sore as hell, so some guided stretching sounds pretty good.
Yeah, I’m pretty much a physical wreck right now. Time to change.