The title describes it all. I've been stuck at 195 since last Thursday. Dang it. I know, its not even been a full week, but usually I'll drop at least 1/2 lb every 3-4 days. I guess my lazy self is gonna have to work out more. (translated-work out. Because working out has been walking 3-4 days a week.)
I found a slimming workout in a magazine that looks semi-doable. None of that insanity shit. That shit is for marathon runners and crazy people who have done long stints in the military or prison. Not former fatties who have transformed into chubbies. I think I would totally die. So I'm going to work my way up. I might try P90X if my wimpy little magazine exercise doesn't kill me. The workout combines a little strength training with 30 minutes of cardio 6 days a week. (just interval walking/jogging)
I tried running. FAIL! My shorts kept falling down because my gut was pushing them down, and my boobs (Which are still sitting pretty at a 38 DDD) almost gave me black eyes. Not to mention the fact that I must have looked like Santa running for a cookie on Christmas Eve, and both kids were screaming because I was going way too fast. (They were in the double jogging stroller.) LOL!
Also, the lawn needs to be mowed badly, so I thought I'd try to do Jon a favor and at least mow the front today while he's at work and Elliot is napping. So there's a workout there too. Dang, look at me go. Suck it Jillian Michaels! (I really don't like her by the way. She's still the devil. Nobody works out that hard for fun. And if you do, sorry, but I need to introduce you to shopping and Jose Cuervo Margaritas and my kids.--not exactly in that order. We'll at least wait until the kids are in bed before proving that Jose Cuervo is more fun than Jillian Michaels.)
Anyway, here are the stats:
Today's Weight: 195
Total Loss since surgery: 54lbs
Total Loss since Christmas: 61lbs
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