Tuesday, March 05, 2013
Seems kind of silly at the moment. The weather forecasted a huge storm for the Chicago area. We all sat around watching the emergency closing ticker, and by ten pm it was a landslide. Everything in the suburbs was closing. We got the call at 11 pm. Got up this morning to...no snow. Gentle flurries started coming down at around 8 this morning. There are supposed to be 5-9 inches of snow by midnight. We'll see. Last snowstorm they predicted turned out to be just slushy rain.
I'm still hanging out with Jillian after work. Mostly BFBM, sometimes NMTZ, and have started to add 6 week 6 pack, which is nearly impossible. She moves so fast from one exercise to another that I can't keep up. And my arms just refuse to support me if I try to do a side plank. I have my kids doing Leslie Sansone's 3 Mile Walk during PE class. Sometimes I do it at home as well, so there are some days when I can get 90 minutes of exercise in.
I keep toying with the idea of getting up a half hour earlier and do the walking video before work. It always seems like a great idea during the day, and a terrible one when the alarm goes off. I get very anxious about sleep. Because of the insomnia issues, I wake up about 2-3 times during the night. It's much, much better since I started taking the Remeron, but even so, I have not slept a night straight through in decades. Really. Not since I was a teenager, I think. So when it comes down to it, an extra 30 minutes of sleep really is kind of important. And the spring time change is coming up, which will throw me off for a while.
The scale is still ticking me off. I do these ridiculous workouts where the sweat is actually flying off of me, I'm drenched, I'm exhausted. I'm very conscientious about food. Food shopping is meticulous and expensive, since it's mostly from the produce section. There are only two of us here (and two pets), and we spend easily 150-175 a week on food. And that's without going into any of the middle aisles of the store. Produce, meat, dairy, and that's it. The only aisle I go down is the pet food aisle. So there's the exercise, there's the wise food choices, and still--still!--the scale and the tape measure stay the same. No pounds, no inches. Maybe I should start using the metric side of the tape and see if I can lose any friggin' centimeters. I can feel my endurance increasing, I can feel my strength improving, yet my body still looks the same. I wish I had the money for a personal trainer.