Breathe, Stretch, Shake

Weekly weigh in: +.4 BOOOOOOOOO!

What happened? I didn't track every day. I *thought* I was ok with extra points this week, and, oops, I wasn't. I got stressed and ate everything I could find (just once!). I made some choices that I *thought* were smart, but not so much (note to self: a bowl of Max and Erma's Chicken Tortilla Soup isn't as healthy as a grilled chicken sandwich). I looked through the weekly food tracker and saw where I fell.

I know what happened. I know I need to fix it. And, with Amy now a WW member (YAY AMY!), I have someone counting on me and looking up to me for weight loss advice. No pressure there.

Picking myself up AND making sure I grab Amy on the way up. I AM SHE-RA!

I also know that the gym/working out played a part in this week's minor setback. I went twice- I should have gone more, but life got busy... and when I worked out, I was pressed for time.

I had to laugh at yesterday'sGawker article, "How to go to the Gym For an Entire Year."  With hints like Acquire a Bully ("There is simply no better motivation for working out than knowing that you face the very real possibility of being beaten up by someone bigger and stronger than you, each and every day"), Caffeine ('drink the equivalent of at least one red bull before every workout'), and Get Horribly Embarrassed ("Simply allow a man or woman that you fancy to "accidentally" see you with your shirt off. The resulting shame should give you all the motivation you need to get in shape, or kill yourself.")... yeah. Maybe helpful isn't what I was going for. While the article is a joke aimed as those who make New Year's resolutions to work out/ get to the gym, then fail by mid-February, it has some valid underlying points. Go to the gym. It's important. Bring a friend. Boost your mood. YAY working out!

Next week's goal: when Daisy wakes me at 6am (or when my alarm clock does it), I am going to go to the gym- at least 3x next week. I can be home a little after 7am, shower, pack up for work, let the dog out, and be on my way to the desk job. I keep scheduling the gym in for over the lunch hour/ after work, but life keeps getting in the way. I know the importance of working out, but sitting around with my friends, playing trivia or some other game is just WAY more fun than running on a treadmill. I keep getting told that after a week or two, getting up and working out will become second nature- we'll see. I'm going to at LEAST try it.

Lesson of the day? Waking up early and working out will help me more than my last hour of restless sleep will. Or will just make me crabby. And hopefully, next week, I can post a more positive (negative) number.