It's been two frustrating weeks on the workout rollercoaster. Every morning (yes, I know I shouldn't do this daily, but *ahem* Don't. Really. Care.) I step on the scale. For the first 26 or so days I was losing a lb a day, or every other day. And it was A.W.E.S.O.M.E. I eat 5-6 meals a day, trying to stick to between 1200-1500 calories a day. At first this whole thing seemed a bit overwhelming, but it's true what they say - after 21 days of doing something, it becomes a habit. The other thing I've been doing is trying to work out at least 5 days a week. The first two weeks I did TaeBoCardio. And than I found Jilli*an Michaels on cable, and have been punching through that. And I love that. I really do. But the past two weeks my weight has stayed steady. Fluxuating daily from 176 to 179. Up a lb or 2 and down. And up. And down. I rant I rave I shake the stupid scale like it's a magic 8 ball. But noooo. It's not telling me what I want to hear. Sure Butch points things outs - like the fact that my pants are looser, my butt is smaller and my boobies are shrinking. but the stupid # isn't dropping. I WANT THE # TO DROP!! Yes, I sound a bit selfish. But I WORK MY ASS OFF and I don't care what anyone says about "It's not about pounds - it's about inches!!" Blahbittyblahblahblah. I'M SELFISH. I WANT BOTH!! After listening to me bitch whine and cry like a baby about this, my friends finally gave in. They lent me P90X last night. I was soo excited I could hardly sleep last night!! This morning I popped it in and I sweated my way through Day1!! Granted - the stupid scale wasn't any nicer (179) to me than it's been. But it will be. Oh it will be. It better be...(And yes Twin, I will share with you.)
RANTINGS
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