It’s that time again at Shrinking Jeans… the glorious weigh-in day. At least the scale went down this week – I have lost 3.4 lbs. And that, my dears, is the highlight of this post. Click away now if you don’t want to read my pathetic vent.
I have fallen off the Shredding wagon. Or taking a break. Call it what you want. I did the workout Friday before I went out-of-town, and even went so far as to bring the DVD and dumbbells with me to the hotel! That is about as far as I went with that. I have been having horrible, sciatic nerve issues in my left leg/hip. It pretty much sucks ass. Most times, it hurts to walk. I did try shredding yesterday, but quit during the first round of Level 2. It hurt. I got 40 minutes of cardio in at the gym, as well as a few ab/arm weights. Nothing yet today.
Why is it that when all other aspects of my life are so out of control, my eating is much more in control? Excluding the weekend, I have done great controlling my appetite. I like it!
My husband? We haven’t even slept in the same room for over a week now. That pretty much tells you how well THAT relationship is going. We don’t even talk, unless you count the things we mutter under our breath as we glare at each other. His very presence is annoying the shit out of me.
My stepson? I did my weekly check of the kids’ grades yesterday and he had not one, but TWO more assignments he didn’t turn in. Zeros. I do not even know what to do there anymore. It’s not that he isn’t smart, because he is… his laziness and lack of organization just get him into trouble.
I have an appointment on Saturday to get my nappy hair done, and while I was going to keep it long, I am sort of feeling a chop coming on. Yes, that’s it. Chop the hair, and the world will be a better place.