Ok, it is time to get serious about the dress from the depths of Hell. I have 2 months until I need to go out in public in a strapless bridesmaid’s dress. I swear that my fat armpits are getting worse.
I went to the grocery store today and stocked up on salad fixins. I hate salad. But when I lost 20 pounds before I ate a lot of salad. I was so sick of salad that I probably haven’t had one since. (By the way, I hate it when people find out that I’m a vegetarian and then ask if I ever get sick of salad. Vegetarians can eat more than salad. I’m living proof.) So salad – check. Other healthy stuff – check.
I also bought a Women’s Health magazine at the store. There is a triathalon article in there. There is also a training schedule that promises to get you ready for a baby triathalon in 10 weeks. I have no desire to be ready for a triathalon but it is a good plan for me. Biking, swimming, and running. I was planning on going for a bike ride tomorrow anyway. The swim days are on Tuesdays and Fridays which are the best days for me to swim. It is too late for me to go swimming today but I’m going to go for a walk to make up for it.
Yes, I said walk. Not run. I can not run. I can not run. I have to repeat that as a mantra or else I’ll think that I can run. Then my shin splints will act up and I won’t be able to walk.
The swimming days are 20 minute swims. I thought that was no problem until I realized that they actually meant 20 minutes of swimming and not my normal 30 minutes of pool time interrupted by the occasional lap of swimming.
I am going to put this on my refrigerator and I have to do it. I expect anyone who reads this to harrass me so I have no choice but to do this or face public humiliation. I expect you to be better at this than the husband. I told him the other day that it was his job when the alarm went off to tell me to get my “fat @#$ out of bed and go work out, you lazy @#$.” He said that he would modify the message and tell me. His survival instincts must have been on high that day. Then he slept through the alarm and only woke up when I kissed him goodbye on my way to the gym. A big help he is!
I’m on my way for my walk. Walk! My brain is already saying, “You could run a bit…..”