Tricksies
That's gonna hurt
Nasssssty little Pilatesssss
teacher -- we hates her we does, my
precioussssss. She spent half the
class time this week making us do arm-strengthening work with 5-pound weights.
Since I never made it to the Y last week -- not for class, not to work with the
weight machines, not to run nor bike -- I am gonna be seriously sore tomorrow
morning, when I have to tote half-a-dozen baskets of laundry down from the kids'
rooms. On top of that she is sooo damn skinny, and in a good way, too. And her
first name makes me hungry. (Mignon. Makes me want to go out for
steak.)
Besides skipping the gym last week,
I also ate junk most of the weekend, especially Saturday night. Carbs and booze
for two solid hours and more carbs for another two or three, when I usually
limit the former and completely avoid the latter. My stomach was very unhappy
with me when I finally went to bed that night, and wasn't really back up to
speed until supper time Sunday. All praise to the god of bathroom scales that I
did not gain any weight. But if I want to zip up again this Easter that dress I
bought two years ago and couldn't even get into two months later for my
great-nephew's funeral, I gotta cut the carbs outta my life and kick up the
cardio and the water consumption for the next two weeks. I just had roast beef
and blue-cheese lettuce wraps for lunch. See, I can be good. Tomorrow night is
chapter meeting however, and the hostess took home the leftover cake and
brownies from last Saturday to augment her regular spread.
Damn.
I can make the 100 miles by April 1
if I do all my cardio on the bike this week, instead of just one of my three
usual sessions. My SIL in
Shreveport, who has done
all
of hers on foot with dog(s) and / or kid-on-bike in tow, has permission to kick
my fanny for cheating next time she sees me. You go, girl.
Posted: Tue - March 27, 2007 at 11:55 AM
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