Hi Sassy, you're posting late tonight...
So we had a pledge, huh? Well...

I think I did the "un-pledge" myself. I have been in a funk since returning from vacation last week. College starts next Monday and just like a 7 year old - I donnwanna go!!!!

I'm only taking one class but one night of class and 2 nights of homework (at least) will take a big chunk out of my week. I'm looking around the house and thinking of all the things I need to do and I just don't feel like doing anything. So I kind of didn't... I puttered around the house on the weekend, did some cleaning, and flitted between some things I wanted to do like go through my cabinets and toss out the little travel bottles of toiletries I bring home from hotels and never use and go through the 4 foot pile of magazines and catalogs that I'll look at "some day". And a squeezed in a nap or two. I don't know why I'm so tired lately, I think it's psychological rebellion because I don't want to do my chores. I didn't eat terribly but wasn't back on my diet either. Pizza on Saturday and a decent dinner on Sunday. I finked out on my personal training session on Thursday and figured Sunday night I'd better do something so I didn't pass out on Monday's training session. Told DH I was going on the treadmill and he suggested a walk outside. He agreed to slow his pace down a bit so I wasn't clutching my chest, gasping for air and wheezing and we set out on a nice evening walk. It was a great evening, a few white clouds in the sky with patches of clear sky. All of a sudden I felt wet on my head. Thought it might have been a wet tree from sprinkling but all of a sudden it starting raining like crazy. We're both looking up at the sky and it's clear overhead, just the stars shining. We couldn't figure out where this rain was coming from??? It rained on us all the way back and stopped about 10 feet from our door. Since I am such a sweetie made of sugar

, I didn't want to risk melting so I was done for the night - hubby went trotting for another 1/2 mile. I figure we got in about a mile or so.
Monday I was feeling tired and crabby but I was not going to wimp out on my training session again. I was 15 minutes late because I got stuck with a problem at work which didn't help my mood. But I did get there and we started out on the bike. It was really, really hot in the room with the cardio equipment and I was complaining while steam rose from my head - I could actually feel the heat from my head on my shoulders. It really got unbearable and I stopped short of my time because I thought my head was going to explode. Mr Trainer who is compasionate but pushes because that's his job made me finish out the 3 minutes to finish half of my session. I was biting his head off and snapping at him instead of just my usual whining. I did finish, wobbled off the bike and teetered over. I think I scared him. We went to just walk in the gym to cool down and I started hyperventilating. This has happened to me before and I know how to bring myself out of it, but it is kind of scary to whomever is around you watching it happen. Many times after we've done a strenuous workout, I've threatened to faint or scream or cry or just pass out and I'm wondered if he thought this time I was going to make good on my word.

I did get my breathing back to normal, we went to a cooler room and finished with weights and the machines. I was in a much better mood when I was done tho he did take it easy on me the rest of the session.
While I was eating a quick lunch I turned on the TV. There was a woman guest who was born without arms. All she wanted in life was to live her life like everyone else - she just did with her feet what we do with our hands - she even drives a car. I watched a clip in fascination as she diapered her infant son with her feet. Unsnapped his one-sie, pulled up his outfit, pulled off the diaper, cleaned him up and rediapered him and resnapped the one-sie all with her feet! It was amazing. That sort of snapped me out of my funk. I thought, geez... here I am whining and look at this woman. I have nothing to complain about. I did have leftover pizza for lunch and tossed the rest away so I'd be done with it and had a cheeseburger and fries for dinner tonight. My reward for scrubbing the grout in the ceramic floor with a toothbrush to get the dirt out. But... I am back on the wagon and ready to continue like I should.
This time I am committed to my pledge:
- at least 3 times between now and next Tuesday on the Lifecycle for at least 15 minutes, hopefully 20.
- I have to walk at least 8 miles on the treadmill by Sunday to maintain my exercise pledge on another thread
- I won't be able to go swimming this week as I have to go into the office everyday for the rest of the week but maybe I can sneak in one session on Sunday.
- I will take my lunch and snacks to work so I'm not tempted to get takeout stuff.
- I will drink 2-1/2 to 3 quarts of water a day (was nice to sleep through the night a few times and not have the midnight potty run

- I will miss that...)
As for the pop - well Sassy, up until I started my diet I was a dedicated Coca Cola junkie. On a good day I'd only have 3 cans, on a bad day sometimes I'd have 5 or 6. I thought I'd never be able to give it up. I missed it the first 3 days but after that I got away from it surprisingly. I'll have maybe a can or two a week and I often don't finish it. Doesn't taste as good as it used to and sometimes I noticed if I have one can with pizza, I'll want another right away. I think it's a sugar thing with me...
Anyway, enough for this chapter in my life. Good luck to both of us this week! We'll be Amazon women yet - Sarong measurements will be taken at 2pm on Sept 20. Have a good one!
I have also seen some of your other posts. You go girl on that Pilates!!!
