Getting a Grip

Ok, I don't know if I'm just too tired, overly sore from yesterdays tortur, I mean workout, or what, but good grief man! Can we say "EMOTIONAL?" I finally got all the kiddos down for naps, and was enjoying the solitude and the opportunity to actually eat something. I have this new resolve that I'm not allowed to even get on the computer for anything until I've read at least one chapter of scripture. So, I finished my chapter and thought I'd check to see if any comments had been made. Ummm, had they ever.


May I just say to all of you, my lovely readers, and even lovlier of commentors: Thanks ever so much for totally making me CRY! What the H? It wasn't a cry in a bad way, just a cry that in such loving and gentle ways I was "chastized" into a realization of what this Holiday or any other could mean. I was really shown how I can turn my negativity into a positive. I just want to thank you all for that. I needed that, and I'm sure my kids, in their future years will thank you for it too. And Andrea, I totally remember you guys getting your little boxes of chocolates. I also remember your enormous Christmas stockings and your giant Easter baskets FULL of presents. But, that's neither here nor there. Anyway, thank you all very much for taking the time to comment, and share your thoughts and experiences. I promise to you all right now that I will create a new tradition with each new holiday, (except St. Patricks Day 'cause that really is dumb), for my kids, so they will always have that to treasure, and desire to "come home" to that.



Ok, enough of the bawl baby sap. Moving on. I'd just like to state here that after a month and 1/2 of working out, I was feeling pretty Bad A if you will. Like I was strong, I could handle pretty much anything. For the record.....I can't!


Yesterday Dixie and I thought it'd be grand to join Dana and Jenny at their palace, or I mean gym for a barbell strength class. Dana really talked it up, so we gave it a go. There are no words. The nazi teacher spent about 85% of the class ruthlessly working the shoulders, bi-ceps and tri-ceps. There were countless pushups involved. I don't do push-ups. There were lunges a plenty. I don't do lunges. So much lifting, so MUCH pain. There are NO WORDS! By the end, I could barely feel myself, or lift my arms. Much sweat, perhaps a tear or two and so MUCH pain. Needless to say, by the end of the day yesterday, I was a MESS! I could barely lift my arms, the pain had set in in the legs and my neck doesn't want to turn. Thankfully Julie to the rescue. She came over and gave me a good shoulder rub down. It hurt like a mother, but it was worth it. Today, well again, there are NO words. I can barely walk, bending over is too much to bare, lifting fat babies is painful. WOW! Needless to say, I shant be doing a barbell strength class any time soon. None the less, it was fun to do, and fun to share the time with my sisters AND my twinner nephews. But, for good news: this morning I rode almost 10 1/2 miles on the bike, and I BEAT Dixie. YES!! She however promptly plowed me on the "run" but no matter. Tomorrow is a swim and I won't lie when I say, I'm NOT excited. 'Cause you know, that requires arms and stuff. Have I mentioned mine don't work anymore?



This weeks challenge by the way is NO SUGAR. So far so good. I feel really strong food wise this week, like I've got a new resolve, so I'm enjoying it. Come talk to me on Saturday, then we'll see.



So, in case you were wondering....my results thus far are this:


13 lbs. lost since mid-December (that was my 6 week post partum checkup)
5 lbs. lost last week. Hmmm, amazing what counting calories and watching what you eat does.
I REALLY wish we would have taken measurements when this started, I'm dying to know how many inches I've lost. Frankly, I still feel just as fat, and it doesn't seem like my clothes fit all that much better. I find this frustrating, but I'm just trying to hang on to the fact that at least I'm getting healthier and I'm making better choices. The weight is bound to come off eventually right? But when will my clothes ever fit again? Oh yeah, I believe that is AFTER the tummy tuck. Well,with that said, I'd better run get a lottery ticket, 'cause that's the only way THIS bod is ever gonna see the plastic surgeon. I kid, I kid. I don't play the lottery, so don't anyone go getting their panties in a twist.



Hippos and hips,

Allyson