Friday, March 04, 2011
The last few months have been stressful for me. I lost one of my beloved cats in June and I'm still not totally over it. Come to think of it, neither is his sister, Peaches, whom we lovingly refer to as a bowling ball with feet. Then there was drama within my religious community. Witches are just such drama queens, sometimes. Then, to cap off the whole year, my father, who had surgery the day after his 69th birthday in November, passed away unexpectedly (sorta, kinda) on New Year's Eve, one month after the surgery and one DAY after his and my mom's 49th wedding anniversary. This was in the middle of one of the worst winters southern New England has had in, like, FOREVER. At least the snow stopped long enough to bury him. Needless to say, I've been stalled and stuck and just not pleased with my, once again, dropping the dang ball on my program. Add into it what I consider subtle sabotage, both mine and others, that kept me and DH from the gym for 2 months and I could kick myself for bad timing, bad planning and plain old fashioned laziness.
But, after much discussion and some contention, we finally own a scale of our own, so we don't have to wait for the doctor visits. Hubby and I made a deal: we only weigh (officially) once a week. But I snuck on tonight, after I unpacked it, and discovered that I'm down to 259. It's something. Now, if I could just get better at tracking. I have the cooking almost down. If TPTB at SparkPeople are reading this, the tracker for the iPhone needs recumbent bikes, Arc Trainers and the Planet Fitness 30 minute circuit added to it so I can track that easier.
I have only myself to blame for being on this site for 2 years and not having lost the weight/worked the program. Though I kinda wish there were more people in my town I could get together with to do this. You know, some back up, some "drag my butt out the door to exercise" type stuff. I'm gonna check the New Haven group...