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I’m 31, the new 30 and I’m closer to my goal than when I started this blog. Now I’m trying to stay on the path that will get me healthy and on the other side of the clothing store. I’ve had my revenge moments and they felt great. Now I’m ready for more of those great moments, maybe this year I’ll propel down something, who knows. But I’m held back by 40 less things.

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Where are my posts?

All in my head. Every time I thought to post something came up. A Stat class project, then a final or an applied calculus quiz. Or my favorite, it just didn’t seem right to blog about weight loss while eating Chipotle or a Drake’s ding dong.

Let me speak on the Ding Dong for a moment because I feel it deserves some recognition. Drakes products in itself will always have a special place in my heart, they are the pastries I grew up on in the Bronx back in the day, just like I will lose all control for the Wise brand chip, especially their cheese doodles and cheese puffs. They are my weakness and when I find them I lose myself. So these Ding Dongs, I put the first one in my mouth and ate it slow making noises akin to the adult movie soundtracks. It was so very good. And then I finished the box chasing that high. Of course it didn’t happen, but I tried my best to recapture it with that box. They were a mistake, along with the Chipotle, delicious, but they didn’t help me one bit.

I have returned to the gym, but it’s been sporadic at best. I was letting my work load (no worker bees or worker gnomes did my work while I was out so there was plenty to be done and everybody’s request was the most important thing in my life and oh so urgent...for me to do, not them, we all have access to the same information) and my class work monopolize my time. It wasn’t until I was on the phone with my friend and she was sore from her gym visit and I was filled with so much jealousy I just needed to get that feeling back, so off tot h gym I went to see what I could still do. My first day back was Thursday and let me tell you. It was awesome. I felt like me gain. I warmed up on the treadmill and after a minute I decided to open it up and do a little run and it felt amazing to run again. I was smiling so hard. I was able to run without pain and I could breathe.

Then I burned my 500 on the elliptical and I was going to do some floor work, but I wanted more. So I went to the empty studio and jumped rope for a bit. I can still do that as well as I could before, not consistent, but I have good stretches of jumping. And then I thought, how about some squats. I managed 2 reps of 10 squats with 5 pulses in the basement. Not my highest count, but I felt it for days after. I managed 20 pushups and 50 crunches, again, not what I was doing before I stopped, but more than what I had done the day before.

I had plans to go back to LA boxing this past weekend, but I caught the spring cleaning bug and tackled the dresser tops in my room. They are orderly, but I’m a girl, there’s crap there. And I hung up my first race number to inspire and remind me of what I can do and what I want to do. But cleaning sore was an experience and I smiled while I suffered through the pain.

I managed to get to the gym on Monday, I ran a little and burned my 500+, 50 crunches and 20 of the deepest pushups I can remember doing.
I also cooldown with a anther short run to get my body use to it again.

At this point I’m just trying to figure out how to balance school, work and me. So far there hasn’t been much time for me.