I'm lazy. After running like a crazy person for months and months, I decided to take it WAAAAAAAY easy and just let things be lazy. The end result? Well, it's not good. And I refuse to buy bigger jeans or shorts, so I'm living in yoga pants and dresses until I get this back in check.
It's going to be a process. I've been on a sporadic squat and crunch regimen with an even more sporadic planking and arms routine. I always say I'm going to start on a Monday because it's already the crappiest day of the week, so I may as well go big or go home.
It's always next Monday.
Except for today. N went to play dodgeball and I went to Target only to find out that the store suffered a power outage on Sunday during the storms that I missed because I was in Houston and it was NOT raining for once in my life, therefore they were unable to sell frozen items, produce or anything that needed to be refrigerated. SO, I wouldn't let that rain on my parade (see what I did there?) and bought all of the non-cold-ish stuff on my list.
When I was unloading my groceries, the head maintenance man drove up in his golf cart and scared the ever-loving crap out of me. He asked how my ac unit was working, and I told him it was fine, but it wasn't Thursday yet. Every single Thursday for the past month or so (usually after hours, obviously), my ac breaks and I call in an emergency maintenance request because an ac that doesn't work in the middle of the summer?! Freakin' emergency. As in...Danger, Will Robinson.
(Sidenote: I have heard that phrase a zillion times in my life, however I have never actually watched Star Trek. I have, however, watched Reading Rainbow with great gusto. (Does Lavar Burton even say that, or am I making it up?) And I know it means the you-know-what is about to hit the fan with a serious emergency...like no air conditioning in eleventy degree weather.)
Anyway, I told him it wasn't Thursday yet, and he laughed and said he'd come see me on Thursday, then. And as I walked up the stairs, I realized that my maintenance man pretty much said we have a date on Friday. To look at the ac. How romantic. I always knew he broke it to come hang out with the cool kids.
Okay, so...back to working out. After the grocery fiasco, I thought about working out. Hardcore. And then I thought about taking a nap. And then this happened:
1. I acted on my instinct...yay for me!!
2. Someone knows the password for my phone...boo!
When I went to pick N up from Ben's house, he pitched a fit over Subway, and I didn't kill him. I call that a productive day. I sent him to his room while I went down to the gym to do a mile on the treadmill and a mile on the elliptical. Let's not get too crazy, here...then I did a few rounds of stairs (in an attempt to drag my workout time out as long as possible), then 150 crunches, and THEN the Xbox power cord and I went back inside our apartment.
Oh, yes. I'm THAT evil mom. I held my diabolical laugh in, but it was really rough.
That probably burned 3,000 calories all by itself.
I wish you could lose weight simply by being diabolical. I'd be soooooooo thin!
Not that I want to be thin. Because I don't. I'm mostly happy with the way I am.
I'd just like a little less jiggle.
Who wouldn't? I mean, besides someone who can stand sideways, stick out their tongue, and look like a zipper?
Aubs
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