moonwalker

So, while I was in a frantic rush this morning to get my kids ready for school (thank goodness for my back-up alarm), I did manage to walk into my bathroom and look at the mirror long enough to see myself.

And I scared myself!

No, no. I’m not hideous. The random sweet person goes so far as to call me pretty. What I saw was my face, totally bleached of color. My eyes aren’t sparkling. I’m sick! I don’t know if it’s a cold or sinus infection or allergies, but I have no energy or color.

I’ve known for 2 days that this was coming. I look exhausted. I FEEL exhausted. There’s so much I want to do today. I can’t get off my butt!

Needless to say, that after 3 days of weight training, I’m taking the day off. Besides, I don’t want to be at the gym picking up germs if my immune system is already busy. Just pray for me because I end up in the ER on average once a year with some weird strain of something they never can diagnose. I get a bag of meds, including an inhaler and Robitussin with codeine. I can’t have that! I have kids to raise ALONE!

I would be upset at my inability to do something, but I have a progress report.
1. Less hanging arm fat.
2. I thought weight training would bulk me up, but my forearms are toning up and looking down-right feminine. They haven’t been this small and tone since high school!
3. The back fat is shrinking.
4. The belly is getting smaller.
5. My inner thighs are totally transformed from nastiness to real legs.
6. Oh, and I guess it’s good, but my ghetto booty is getting smaller all the time. ? ? Ha ha! I don’t know!
7. I actually am resembling a woman with a figure. The hubby will be shocked! I know I am!

I did some research last night on losing weight while weight training. I learned that a lot of woman had to ditch their ideal weight for fit and trim bodies. I know that I will lose some weight. Probably closer to 150 than 140, though. Whatever! I’ve been solo weight-training since March 11. One month and 12 days and I have a whole list of progress reports. I’d rather lift weights (or use machines, haven’t done much free weight stuff YET) than waste all day on cardio. Yes, I do cardio. *sighs* How to explain myself? LOL! I’m around kids all day. I need adult communication.

At the end of the day, when I crawl into bed sore and achy, I feel good. I feel accomplished. I did lunges and squats yesterday and told my trainer I wouldn’t be able to walk today. BUT I CAN! I don’t hurt in my knees like I did when I was doing them. I keep thinking of myself as a machine. I can push and push and just end up bettering myself. It’s crazy.