Results of Week 3: Stress Free Week
Yes. I gained back the weight that I lost after my Vegas trip.
In my defense, I've been super busy. It has been the opposite of a stress free week. With work, I've been grading papers like crazy to prepare for mid-terms.
And for my newspaper gig, I had 3 deadlines, 2 of which were back-to-back; one interview had to be done in person on location and the others done over the phone with follow-up emails. Then came the actual writing, revising, editing, submissions. It's not as chill as blogging.
|This is also symbolic of how I'm |
ready for school to be out NOW.
Plus yesterday, I ate a can of botulism, i.e. a can of old beans that my mom gave me when she was cleaning out her pantry, and then I spent a night and a day getting reacquainted with the Rim-y, the toilet bowl.
My fear is somewhat irrational. I know. Someone out there, prolly my sisters, are rolling their eyes and muttering something about me being a drama queen. I need to suck it up, breathe, and hope at least one unlikely person will validate my hotness after I turn 30. Is it too much to ask to be universally attractive for 1 decade out of my homely life?
God has a cruel sense of humor.
Here's the part where I can't come up with a segue.
Exercise has been surprisingly successful, despite the weight gain.
During week 3, I worked out 3 times. I ran a total of 4 miles, walked 2, and did a session of planks and side planks.
During this week, April Week 4 (which I have not yet named, unless you count "Picking Up the Pieces of My Crazy Life") I have worked out once. On Monday. I did a 45 minute Hip Hop Abs workout (including the butt-toning DVD). If I feel well enough by this evening, I'll try to squeeze in another workout. Plus, I have a local 5K scheduled for Saturday morning, which I signed up for months ago.
My diet goal for April Week 4 is to cut out sugar again. I have the most success with my eating habits if I do this small thing. I'll be back down to 156 in no time. I still fit into my size 10's, btw.
I am unhappy with my
Wish me luck, and if you are a close personal friend prone to give me birthday surprises, I'll take shoes this year. (I'm a size 8 1/2) No cake.
Forget I said that. I'm resolved. See my resolved face. [pointing to resolved face]