Not a lot to report. Last week, while starting off strong, ended with a whimper. When I got home from work on the Friday, I was feeling pukey, so no work out for me. Add to that the fact that we've really slacked off in the being-active-on-the-weekends thing, and you get four days with no work out. Laaaaame.
However, I started strong(er) on Monday, going so far as to actually schedule my Tae-Bo sessions on my Google calendar. As in I have thrice-weekly appointments with Billy Blanks. This is both exciting and terrifying. lol I'm hoping the thought that these are actual commitments will help to motivate me further. Plus, if I've specifically booked time for work outs, I don't exactly have the "but I was too busy!" excuse, now do I?
I didn't exercise after work on Tuesday because we had a job closing. This was a particularly large job, so it was particularly busy, resulting in me running up and down 15 stairs approximately every 2-3 minutes for two hours straight. Let's see: 2 hours / 3 minutes x 30 stairs (up and down) = 1,200 stairs. And, because time was of the essence, the majority of those stairs were ran, not walked. By the end of the two hours, I was beginning to experience some shortness of breath and a little (minor) aching in my chest. O hai! I'm out of shape! (Although not as bad as I would have thought, otherwise the achy lack of breath would have occurred much sooner.) That being said, I figured I earned a sitting on the arse when I got home.
Yesterday I made the choice not to work out because the house was in desperate need of straightening. However, I upheld my "deal" with myself, and tidied for a good 45 minutes (which is a little longer than I would have exercised anyhow). I, uh, also made brownies. IN MY DEFENCE (lol), I had been craving brownies for three days; at this point, I had more than passed the wait-20-minutes-and-see-if-you-still-want-it mark. And I'm PMSing. So there. (Sadly enough, they didn't turn out very well: Ghirardelli changed their boxed mix and the brownies end up rock hard around the edges (far beyond yummy brownie "crust" hard) and are still gooey in the center, even after 55 minutes. The rest of the pan will probably end up in the garbage because I just can't put the thought of raw egg (even though logically I *know* it's cooked after damn near an hour) out of my mind.)
I have an "appointment" with Mr. Blanks tonight. I do want to get Chebbar off the couch on the weekends again, but tomorrow is packed SOLID, and he's golfing Sunday (which means exercise for him, but he'll be too pooped when he gets home to, say, go for a walk -- that doesn't mean I can't, though!).
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