It was fun while it lasted January 8, 2008
Forgot to weigh in again… whoops!
Well, my “I am woman, see me shovel!” mentality is officially over. When I woke up this morning, I could hardly move. My muscles had officially staged a coup. My arms refused to raise, my legs wouldn’t swign out of bed, it was official. I was going to be left for dead in my own bed. I begged my husband to take me into the back pasture and shoot me. He informed me that if I found him a back pasture, he’d be happy to oblige. At that point, I instructed him to pick up my hand and slap himself with it. I’m aware of every single muscle in my body, because every single one of them is going “nyah nyah nyah nyah nyah.” Forget bootcamp, gyms need to have snow shoveling classes. I’m trying to remind myself that I used to love the feeling of sore muscles, no pain no gain, and so on and so forth. Yeah, didn’t work. But, as long as I take it easy on my lower back, the rest of me will be fine too.
Today’s food intake was pretty good, and I’ve been in calorie range for 4 days in a row now. Woohoo! For breakfast, I had a mini whole wheat bagel, some yogurt, and a little bit of cream cheese. I snacked on an orange and a cheesestick again, which I’m finding to be a pretty good snack. For lunch, I had leftovers from dinner last night, and had a 100 calorie pack of cinnamon toucans from Trader Joe’s to finish it out. Late in the afternoon, I got pretty hungry again, so I had a 100 calorie bag of popcorn. For dinner, I was going to make spaghetti but just wasn’t feeling it. So I made tacos again, but added a little bit of organic refired black beans (Amy’s brand) to them this time. Super yum.
I didn’t get to the gym today, which I’m really kidn of bummed about. But, last night was the first night I got to spend with my husband since last Thursday, and he didn’t get home from work until 11. So, I figured it would be better to spend some time with him. And I just couldn’t be up that late and still make a morning workout. I wish I could say we did something more fun or romantic than watching American Gladiators, but, what can I say, we’re classy like that.
So, I switched to plan B, and decided to hit the gym after work. Well, the weather had other plans. The third storm hit this afternoon, and by the time I was driving home from work, it was pretty much a whiteout. Now, I love driving in snow, I might even do it every single day for fun if it didn’t always involve clearing off my windshield. However, even I’ll admit that unnecessary driving in a whiteout is pretty ill-advised. Though I’m more than confident in my own driving abilities, the touristas that have prematurely poured in for skiing are not entirely trustworthy. Now, don’t get the idea that us “locals” don’t like tourists, I’m just saying that, just because you have 4wd, doesn’t mean you know how to drive in snow, as evidenced by the fact that some of these yahoos are driving 45 mph in three inches of snow with zero visibility. I mean, I know Tahoe has some extreme sports, heli-skiing, etc. However, driving is not an extreme sport people, at best, it’s a leisure activity.
I’m hoping that I’ll make it tomorrow, but I know that, realisticly, if my back is feeling this bad in the morning, I’ll have to pass. But, I did get in some untraditional exercise. I did a whole lot more cleaning and organizing, and one bedroom out of two is totally done. Three cheers for that.
But I didn’t stop there. No, no. The littlest one decided to go dumpster diving. Yep. That was gross. And so, bath time commenced, for her. I’m sure you can see where this is going. Now, not only are ALL of my muscles sore and crying for mercy, but I’m also missing all of my appendages. I’m also pretty sure that my bathroom has been declared a floodplain, despite the fact that it’s the second story. So, I had what, at the time, seemed like a brilliant idea. See, the gray one (Squitty, her partner in crime) is such an oddball that she enjoys water. I figured it might calm Tiggy down to see her big sister chilling. So I put her in too. Except that I forgot one important detail, she HATES the sound of water running. Gah! So then I had not one, but two, wet and sharp cats trying to get out of the bathtub. Luckily, I turned off the tap and got little Tiggy cleaned up quickly. The world was right again. Except that Squitty didn’t want to get out of the tub. Go figure.
I had a pretty good bath last night- save for one disturbance. As I lit my candles, I shook the matches out instead of bloowing them out. Well, I accidentally caught a glimpse of myself in the mirrror while doing so. The horror!!! What was that? A shawl? A bat wing? A newly developing third arm? NO! That was my arm fat flapping hard enough I could have taken flight! Ahhh! My retinas have been burned! And this, my friends, is why I normally choose only minimal movement while undressed in front of a mirror. E-gads. I would have needed a stiff drink with my bath to fully relax after that haunting image. But, it just shows me why I need to keep working hard. Not so much to get rid of the dreaded bat wing, but so that I can get back to a place where I love my body. Until then though, I’lll blow my matches out.
