I’m Still Standing

Today is the fourth day of my 21 day challenge. So far I have eaten well and exercised my 30 minutes every day. The best news of all is that I can still walk. Yesterday was 30 minutes of lower body exercises and I really despaired that I wouldn’t make it down the stairs this morning. There’s this scene in Pitch Perfect 2 where Fat Amy rides a disk down the stairs.

That’s what kept running through my mind yesterday.

I’ve been keeping a journal and here are a few excerpts so you get an idea of what my life is like right now:

Day 1:

6:30

I’m eating a delicious dinner right now. Really, really good. But it seems like I’ve eaten so much food today! My biggest concern is the work that goes into eating like this. I know me and I’m afraid it’s going to get old really fast. You know, it’s so much easier to order a pizza than chop and cook and clean and all. But I have one day down so let’s see.

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8:15

I want ice cream. Or cake. Or ice cream cake.

Day 2:

I have to pee all the time and all the vegetables and fruit and probably the shakes are keeping me more than regular. I think that’s part of the plan. By the time you get to the grocery store you have to pee again so you just get your food without stopping to look at cookies and pretty cakes and such. In, out, home and to the bathroom. I made a couple of stops before the store and went to the bathroom at one of them. And still, by the time I got to the grocery store 20 minutes later I was miserable again.

Day 3:

I’m still at it. My pecs are really feeling yesterday’s workout and I’m a little concerned I won’t be able to walk after today’s lower body workout. I sat on the floor a good 10 minutes and tried to decide if I really had to get up or not. I finally made it to the love seat and now I think I need a nap so I’ll have the energy for a shower.

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Humiliation side note. Todd was gone and I almost texted him to not to show his revulsion when he got home and saw me. I’d been cleaning and had my short hair in two clips. He was very gentlemanly when he got home and didn’t mention how hideous I looked. Then I did my work out with him in the room. I kept the moaning and grunting and cussing to a minimum, but my comments couldn’t be contained. Comments like, “Can’t we rest now” and “Please don’t make me do this” And “You’re sadistic and rude.”

Day 4:

Right now I’m waiting for the DVD to run through all the stuff at the beginning so I can start my day 4. Pilates. I’m scared.

Also, I put too much quinoa in my breakfast this morning. Had a really hard time eating it all. In fact I had to throw just a teensy bit away. And no coffee this morning, but I did have a cup of tea with honey. I miss my coffee with yummy creamer. How great would it be if, after the 21 days, I didn’t want the creamer anymore!? A girl can dream.

Okay. The DVD is ready. I can no longer put off Pilates. Wish me luck.

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I was right. Pilates were horrible!

Seventeen more days. I can do this. I can do this. I CAN DO THIS!