Wednesday, October 10, 2012
Sometimes, even the most laid back, calm, drama-free life ... gets shoved over the edge of a rocky cliff.
It's been a crazy week so far, starting Sunday. Betrayals. Shocking Revelations. Digging through the rubble of shattered relationships to salvage what's left. Secrets kept to protect those that might be devastated by the Truth. And it's only Tuesday.
Yet somehow... good news in the midst of all that chaos. I got to see my very best friend (she wasn't part of the drama, but she showed up on scene later, accidentally almost causing a second [and the next day: third] disaster). Apparently I've lost weight, or if not weight, inches. 3 separate people have commented out of the blue that I've lost weight. One noticed my belly was smaller. Another noticed my arms and shoulders were more sculpted and my face thinner. Another, asked later for verification, said my face looked thinner and my skin clearer.
I'm still baffled... I don't think I've lost any. However, I've been scrubbing a woman's house for the past 2 weeks. Apparently dishes, vacuuming, mopping, scrubbing cupboards, walls, stove/oven, corners of floors and stairs... it all adds up. Sore muscles, sure. But apparently inches too. I've also sweated a ton, thus drank tons of water. And totally separate from all this: I've been on a sauteed spinach kick... it probably doesn't hurt. Oh: note, there are 2 floors that I've been cleaning, basement and main floor as they actually make full use of the basement.
Now: I just need to transfer my new "work my butt off scrubbing" skills to my own apartment. But the problem there is, as always, "too much stuff" not "hasn't been cleaned." I never have to scrub so much in my apartment because I wipe things down on a regular basis. That, and a 1 bedroom apartment is much easier to clean than a 2 floor house.
Oops! And back to the "great news" bit... Eeeeeeeeeee!!! I told my best friend how ... I always have such difficulties getting myself motivated towards exercising. I need something material to push towards. Silly as it may be, the best I've ever done towards losing weight was when trying to lose weight to win a trip to NY, or trying to walk or run X number of miles first to win $100 and a Tshirt from the gym. Things like that. So I asked if I could go on another free cruise with her if I lose X amount of weight. We still need to work out the details, but she said yes (she probably would have said yes anyways but that's besides the point!). She's also going to start a "daily challenge" with me. Probably along the lines of sharing the exercise she did that day and challenge me to match it. Not sure on that either, just she jumped all over the idea of "daily fitness emails" between us the moment I said "I'm wanting to lose weight, and I was thinking..."
Oh... and the whole "chaos" thing has shrunk my appetite. Apparently, I'm one of those "stop eating" emotional upset people.