So after I called out Mr. O via email about his lack of....participation... he called me out on the weight loss thing. And since I, yet again, have very little time to blog tonight (so sorrys yall) I am going to give you the quick and dirty of my weight loss program.
Basically I'm walking. A lot. So much so that it hurts every time I do it and I am frequently on the puke threshold. Which I think is awful but I've *heard* it's good. I have started doing a running/walking combination, mostly on my fuckmill and even though that is horrible, unfun, terrible, and cruel- it's not killing me. Sure, my calves often feel like they are being clubbed but I cannot deny the muscle tone. That is definitely there, which means progress.
I am still going to Curves on average three times a week. I absolutely hate it. It's not the exercises necessarily, it's the fact that I am usually the only person without a workout buddy. So I'm doing my thing, alone. Which sucks. Plus the music they play is so offensive I should report them to the RIAA. They play the Go-Go's a lot. Seriously. If it isn't a horrible Go-Go's mix, and 80's mix of crap songs from that decade turned into techo, it's classic rock turned European techno. It's just wrong and frankly- it should be criminal.
Needless to say while I don't think I'm seeing huge results from Curves I will say that my arms are less flappy. I mean, if nothing else, less flap is good for everyone. I even bought...wait for it...a sleeveless shirt.
I know- MONUMENTAL. Granted, I bought a light sweater to go over it but that's mostly because I will probably freeze in the shirt. But I look good. This will be the first time, since my honeymoon, that I am daring to wear a sleeveless shirt in public.
Gold claps and fist pumps, yo.
I have gained two pounds since my last check in, so I believe I am at 173. BUT...before you get all Debbie Downer on me, my pants are still loose. I can feel muscle tone building in my stomach area, my legs are defining better and again, less flappy on the arms.
OH! I should also note I am pretty sure that my thighs? Aren't molesting each other like they used to! Girls- you know how when you have actual thighs and not twigs that could break if a strong gust of wind came along and the insides touch? Well mine were like making out. Like full on makeout session and groping. It is no good. But I am going to take a picture of me in a bathing suit in about a week or so and we will see if the thigh touching has gotten any better in comparison to my Florida pictures from October.
Until then- lots of exercise and feeling of death. And sweat.