There was a snow plow last night outside my window. I swear it took twenty minutes to scrape off our lot, and it sounded like it was ice. I drifted in and out of sleep, grumpy.
I awoke a couple more times, hopefully not because my children needed me because I went back to sleep within five minutes.
I awoke a final time, and lay there for fifteen minutes. Grumbling about not getting to have my day go according to plan. Today is not as forgiving as yesterday. Today we have two therapists for my special needs child, and an eye appointment for said child. There will be no time to make up a work-out. Plus, I should really go shopping. We're out of diapers.
How do I know it was fifteen minutes? Because-glory be-I looked at my cell phone to see what time it was so I could grouse some more, and it said 5:15 am! Yay! I got up, so excited that the snow plow, strange awakenings, and other mayhem had not dissuaded me from my purpose on Day Two.
I 'ran' for 30 minutes. Sorry Jillian, Bob Greene, etc. I am busy. I lost it before, I'll lose it again, and if I have to increase my time, I will grow into it a little at a time. Just like weaning myself off sugar. Anyway, I ran @ 4.5 mph for 15 min. and died. Then I fast walked @ 4.0 mph for 10 min. and felt pumped, so I ended my last 5 min. @ 4.5 mph. That put my distance at 2.17 miles and my calorie estimate at 338. Hey. Stop laughing. My 31 BMI says I'm obese. And I'm running better than Daniel at the beginning of his second season of The Biggest Loser. He was exercising HOURS a day.
Enough. I did excellent yesterday. I ate an extra 100 calories of ricotta cheese on accident, while I was making lasagna for dinner. (Back off! I want to be able to maintain my lifestyle for a while and work on portion control for now) I also ate a second helping of french bread for dinner (*_*) Believe me. This is so much better than the slothful oblivion we have been living in for the past two weeks. Who am I kidding? It's been since July that I've tried to minimize my sugar.
I love routines.
I awoke a couple more times, hopefully not because my children needed me because I went back to sleep within five minutes.
I awoke a final time, and lay there for fifteen minutes. Grumbling about not getting to have my day go according to plan. Today is not as forgiving as yesterday. Today we have two therapists for my special needs child, and an eye appointment for said child. There will be no time to make up a work-out. Plus, I should really go shopping. We're out of diapers.
How do I know it was fifteen minutes? Because-glory be-I looked at my cell phone to see what time it was so I could grouse some more, and it said 5:15 am! Yay! I got up, so excited that the snow plow, strange awakenings, and other mayhem had not dissuaded me from my purpose on Day Two.
I 'ran' for 30 minutes. Sorry Jillian, Bob Greene, etc. I am busy. I lost it before, I'll lose it again, and if I have to increase my time, I will grow into it a little at a time. Just like weaning myself off sugar. Anyway, I ran @ 4.5 mph for 15 min. and died. Then I fast walked @ 4.0 mph for 10 min. and felt pumped, so I ended my last 5 min. @ 4.5 mph. That put my distance at 2.17 miles and my calorie estimate at 338. Hey. Stop laughing. My 31 BMI says I'm obese. And I'm running better than Daniel at the beginning of his second season of The Biggest Loser. He was exercising HOURS a day.
Enough. I did excellent yesterday. I ate an extra 100 calories of ricotta cheese on accident, while I was making lasagna for dinner. (Back off! I want to be able to maintain my lifestyle for a while and work on portion control for now) I also ate a second helping of french bread for dinner (*_*) Believe me. This is so much better than the slothful oblivion we have been living in for the past two weeks. Who am I kidding? It's been since July that I've tried to minimize my sugar.
I love routines.
:L...now I want lasagna. Great job getting the workout in.
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