Wednesday, December 12, 2012
I succeeded yesterday keeping track of what I ate. I stayed within a nice range of calorie intake. I enjoyed a wide variety of foods. I have to admit... I did feel hungry and I really wanted to eat a potato chip or too. But, I resisted.
I also got in 20 minutes of yoga and a 30 minute walk on the treadmill. Exercise frustrates me. No matter what time of day I try to fit it in someone else has other plans for me. Yoga was interrupted once to let the barking dogs out. No one else was willing to get up and walk to the door. I didn't want to clean up the potential mess. My treadmill walk had even more interruptions... cart me here, cart me there... phone call this answer that... my emergency is more important that your time to walk.
You see, everyone around me thinks that their life is the only life that matters. Their tv show... their dirty clothes... their menu choices... I even have to shut doors for people because at 17 years old they can't be bothered.
However, my husband had it worse. He had an audience as he suffered through is 2nd day of P90X. My selfish, insensitive children sat on the couch and laughed for an hour at his pain! And my son wonders why I hate exercise. I'm telling you right now. I won't be exercising around him anytime soon.
I'm proud of my husband for trying and for biting his tongue and for allowing my son to heckle him. We have such a weak connection with our son. My husband is being very brave suffering through P90X to make that connection.
At least he will come out of this 90 days looking ripped and feeling healthy. LOL.