Since I got a text from my bestie Elaine a few nights ago asking if I'd quit because I hadn't been blogging in a while, I decided it was time to maybe post something. I didn't realize anybody was paying that close of attention!
It's been a busy (and strange) week. Two Thursday nights ago, I was offered a temporary promotion at work that had the potential to become permanent. Of course, I took it, which meant that I had a whole lot to learn in a very short amount of time in order to prove that I was the most capable for the permanent position. I spent last weekend "studying" but I still didn't neglect my workouts. On Tuesday, I found out that the interviews had been bumped up a week, so the "very short amount of time" I had to learn what I needed to became a miniscule amount of time. Not that I'm making any excuses. So this week, I've been buckling down, "studying" some more, and still not neglecting my workouts.
Has my diet gone to hell? Not entirely, but I've had no great weight loss experience this week (in fact, I gained back .8 pounds). My only excuse is that my schedule has been a bit out of whack, I've been rather transient at work, and I no longer have my fridge and microwave in my office, since I've moved to a different one (of course, my old boss says if I get the job on a permanent basis, I can take the fridge and microwave with me to my new office, but who knows when I'll find that out!).
Next week, I'll be in training for four days at a facility roughly 40 minutes away from where I work. I'm looking forward to it, but I'm wondering what that's going to do to my eating habits, since my diet requires me to carry about five little containers with me everywhere I go. I've wasted a lot of food this week, which, as you all know, I hate to do (see blog entitled "the guilt complex"). I may have to research healthier alternatives on the go (wonder how close the nearest Subway is to the other facility?).
My outer fatty is remaining silent for the time being. Since I haven't lost any weight, she is quietly gloating, I image. My inner skinny bitch is complaining rather loudly, though. "The workouts aren't enough!" she yells. And deep down, I know this, but I've been spending a rather inordinate amount of time rationalizing away the pizza and the one skipped workout this week (my knees are killing me, sharp, ugly shooting pains that feel as though they're threatening to give out on me at any time). I don't think it's the workouts, per se, I think it's this craptastic cold weather we're having. After all, I'm not getting any younger, and when the wind chill is -9 degrees and I have to battle the wind and the cold as I walk from point A to points B and C all day, well, it takes a lot out of me.
The good news is, it's groundhog day. And both Buckeye Chuck and Punxtutawny Phil have predicted an early spring. Hey, every groundhog can't be wrong, right? And it gives me hope, since if there's one thing I hate, it's Ohio winters, or winters of any kind, for that matter.
So, since it's Saturday, I'll devote my day to eating right, working out (I've had a two-day break) and coloring my hair (it's amazing what covering that gray can make you feel like!). I've said it before, and I'll say it again: swimsuit season isn't going to begin tomorrow. I've got time, and losing it slowly will help my skin aclimate so that I don't have to worry about the excess, and perhaps not as many stretch marks, as long as I keep lotioning up.
