Today I got a fancy newfangled scale that keeps track of my weight from one weigh in to another and then promptly tells me if I have gone up or down with a big black arrow and a number that indicates by how much. Today it said "148.8" and I think I'm going to throw myself off a cliff. I feel gross and Ben has taken to calling me "Beefcake", all in love of course. lol
So today was DAY ONE all over again. I may need to start over and over but I think this time its going to stick. So....on day one I did 45 minutes on the treadmill which amounted to a measly 1.72 miles then I took a 10 minute break and took my first pilates class. This thing, pilates, must have been created by the devil. it was worse than that P90x ab ripper. Foolishly I thought pilates was like yoga but with weights or an exercise ball or something...oh no, this shit is COMPLETELY core work. I'm not going to be able to tie my shoes tomorrow.
I also took a brisk walk twice around the block with the kids (pushing Savvy, Aidan rode is bike and Vi was sleeping in my mom's view.) I ate my dinner, caved and had one 160 calorie bag of cheetos and then a banana and a big glass of water.
Tomorrow is Yoga in the afternoon and HOPEFULLY ZUMBA at night. I think I am going to try to get my bike from June tomorrow from the studio so I can ride my bike to and from the Bayside Y. Hmmmmmmmm
MUST. LOSE. 25. POUNDS.
Till I whine at the world tomorrow. G'nite.