It’s all up to me

I worked out after school today and for some reason the fan wasn’t working by the treadclimber.  “No big deal,” I thought.  Whatever.  I thought I was going to die.  I haven’t sweat that much at the gym in forever.  The minutes couldn’t tick off fast enough and in reality I wanted to quit several times.  But I know I won’t be able to make it to the gym tomorrow or Friday so I made myself hang in there to burn extra calories.  Finally the timer rang that it was over and I had 60 more minutes under my belt.

I also snuck another look at the scale this morning and saw either 246.5 or 248…more proof that much of what I gained last week was water weight.  I’m not going to look again until Sunday and I’m not going to get cocky, I still know that I gained some actual weight.  But I’m glad to see that the damage wasn’t as bad as it initially appeared.

I hope the evening goes better than it’s going right now.  As I type my older son is crying in his room and I really couldn’t care less.  He has been doing so good in school lately after the disastrous week about 2 weeks ago that I picked him up a new book at the store.  I was looking for a little present and I didn’t want to reward him w/food so I figured a book would be a great idea.  He loves to read and he’s generally excited when his bookorders come in.  Not tonight.  When he saw what I brought him his face crumpled and he started bawling.  After a couple of minutes of that I told him that enough was enough and that when someone gives you a gift, even if you don’t like it, the polite thing to do is to say “thank you”.  Apparently he didn’t get it.  Oh, the joys of being a parent.

Progress toward workout goal:  75/250