My next challenge in this diet hell - traveling for work. This diet is controlling my life. I had to book my flights around my 6 meals, so I had breakfast, had the first shake on the way to the airport, strategically planned lunch that I could carry on my salad to eat on the plane, and grabbed water as soon as I landed for shake #2. Geez....
I'm in heaven on earth (at least for someone who loves horses like I do) in Lexington, Kentucky. I did get to see Jordan, my sweet brother-in-law, in Louisville when I flew in. I'm so, so proud of him for moving out here to KY to start dental school. I also appreciate his detailed discussion regarding his cadaver, which he's named "Henry," and the disected portions of Henry's dead body. At least it curbed my food cravings for a few minutes. Then, he told me Henry was a "fit dude," which reminded me that it was time to eat again (and that I needed to go work out when I got to my hotel). Damn Henry. Jordan and I had a nice dinner on the waterfront before I headed over to Lexington. He ate a hamburger on Texas toast with a coke while I ate grilled shrimp and water. I may love him and be very proud of him, but I still get to be jealous of his excellent metabolism.
I'm used to selecting my hotels based on close proximity to Starbucks and/or something horsey, particularly in Kentucky. This time, I needed a fitness center. So, I checked in, secured 8 oz of milk for my evening shake (don't I look like a party animal bellying up to the hotel bar for a stiff glass of milk), and took off to the gym. Nice gym - good equipment - nice view of downtown Lexington, but it sucks compared to my usual evening with tv, a comfy bed and the awesomeness of room service.
There is also another cruel challenge here in Kentucky - my favorite, favorite restaurant with my favorite, favorite, yummy, gooey, sweet and buttery rolls - O'Charleys. We don't have O'Charleys in Texas. I also like their grilled salmon salad, which I can have, but I knew I couldn't resist the rolls, so I had to steer clear of O'Charleys.
So far, I've been tempted by O'Charley's rolls, the peanut butter pie at the restaurant tonight, the ballpark food on the 4th of July, and Steak & Shake on the way from the airport to the hotel, but for some God-forsaken reason, I can't kick my overwhelming desire for a Taco Bell soft taco. Go figure. I have my 89 cents ready for the blessed day I get to cheat.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Independence Day
Well, the 4th of July has come and gone now - a great day to celebrate the independence of our great U.S.A. Man, would we have loved a little independence from this friggin' diet.
Adolphus was taking the day off Sat., so we worked out on the 3rd (worked out well as not to completely ruin our 4th of July). Our work outs are excruciating. I reach complete and total muscle failure every time. And, I'm still fighting to keep my breakfast down. But, luckily, I'm able to function in daily life after I leave the gym. I'm still sore and know that I've certainly worked out, but I'm just trilled to be able to brush my own teeth, wash my hair and wipe my own butt - things that had been extremely difficult after our first arm and leg workouts!
So, the 4th of July. Jared bartered 2 "free" pounds from Adolphus. I was terrified at the idea. Anything over two pounds and he'd "kick our asses." I thought he was doing that at every workout, but evidently he thinks he's being easy on us. If what we've been doing is easy, I don't want an ass kicking - I think he'd kill me. Seeing that the scale does not account for water weight, muscle addition and bad days, I decided to have a cheat free 4th.
I also decided to work out, but I didn't have time to go to the gym, so like all fitness gurus, I went out to do a little interval training before we headed to the baseball game. It was 2pm on July 4 in Texas and it's 150 degrees outside. This was NOT a good idea. I have never sweated like that in my life and there came a point that I was not sure I'd be able to get home. Great. It's the 4th of July and I'm passed out on the sidewalk in our subdivision. Luckily, me and the creatures from my pre-heat stroke hallucination got home safely.
That evening, we headed out to the Rangers game. We had dinner before we left, but as much as Jared loves to go to the ballpark I love to eat at the ballpark, which is a huge problem on a diet that doesn't allow garlic fries, footlong chili dogs and ice cream (gee - I wonder how I got in this weight gain predicament!?!) So, I took snacks...so many snacks that the lady at the bag check told me that she hoped me "and the children have a good time at the game!" Glad we don't have children yet - I wouldn't have shared my snacks. It was just watermelon, fat free kettle corn and bottles of water, but to me it's gold. Jared had beer - 2 pounds worth. On to another week....
Adolphus was taking the day off Sat., so we worked out on the 3rd (worked out well as not to completely ruin our 4th of July). Our work outs are excruciating. I reach complete and total muscle failure every time. And, I'm still fighting to keep my breakfast down. But, luckily, I'm able to function in daily life after I leave the gym. I'm still sore and know that I've certainly worked out, but I'm just trilled to be able to brush my own teeth, wash my hair and wipe my own butt - things that had been extremely difficult after our first arm and leg workouts!
So, the 4th of July. Jared bartered 2 "free" pounds from Adolphus. I was terrified at the idea. Anything over two pounds and he'd "kick our asses." I thought he was doing that at every workout, but evidently he thinks he's being easy on us. If what we've been doing is easy, I don't want an ass kicking - I think he'd kill me. Seeing that the scale does not account for water weight, muscle addition and bad days, I decided to have a cheat free 4th.
I also decided to work out, but I didn't have time to go to the gym, so like all fitness gurus, I went out to do a little interval training before we headed to the baseball game. It was 2pm on July 4 in Texas and it's 150 degrees outside. This was NOT a good idea. I have never sweated like that in my life and there came a point that I was not sure I'd be able to get home. Great. It's the 4th of July and I'm passed out on the sidewalk in our subdivision. Luckily, me and the creatures from my pre-heat stroke hallucination got home safely.
That evening, we headed out to the Rangers game. We had dinner before we left, but as much as Jared loves to go to the ballpark I love to eat at the ballpark, which is a huge problem on a diet that doesn't allow garlic fries, footlong chili dogs and ice cream (gee - I wonder how I got in this weight gain predicament!?!) So, I took snacks...so many snacks that the lady at the bag check told me that she hoped me "and the children have a good time at the game!" Glad we don't have children yet - I wouldn't have shared my snacks. It was just watermelon, fat free kettle corn and bottles of water, but to me it's gold. Jared had beer - 2 pounds worth. On to another week....
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Seriously?
Breakfast at 4:45am, Workout #4 at 6am. We're up, we've eaten our huge power packed breakfast and we're ready for our ass kickin. We walk in the door to Adolphus saying "Good morning - you're not going to like me very much today." What did I say earlier? Adolphus is a very honest man.
Legs. Again. Except this time, we worked everything except the front of my legs. I learned one more thing about Adolphus today - he cannot count. When he's counting down from 20, at 7, he jumps back up to 12, sometimes 15. That's not fair. Isn't there something in the Constitution about cruel and unusual punishment? Anyway - he split us up today - Jared was all the way across the gym and we were doing completely different exercises. I can't tell whether he's (1) worried that Jared and I are competing against each other which could be unhealthy for our relationship or (2) that he's scared that we outnumber him and might take him down if he "mis-counts" again. Likely the latter. We both nearly threw up again. One word - intense.
So far, I'm not experiencing the same difficulties walking, sitting down (car, chair and/or toilet) as I was after our last leg workout - Good thing now that I'm drinking vanilla flavored dog crap with "digestive enzymes."
So far, my leg pain is not preventing me from wearing heels. I'm going to watch the last night of prelims at Miss Texas tonight for some motivation (and to watch Taylor, who was my teen when I was Miss Longview, as a beautiful accomplished young woman competing for Miss Texas!) Seriously, nothing makes you want to lose weight more than hanging out with old friends from the "pageant days" (and watching a bunch of skinny b*tches march across the stage in high heels and a swimsuit and remember when you used to be their size). Maybe this will re-motivate me since the scale is not doing the trick.
Legs. Again. Except this time, we worked everything except the front of my legs. I learned one more thing about Adolphus today - he cannot count. When he's counting down from 20, at 7, he jumps back up to 12, sometimes 15. That's not fair. Isn't there something in the Constitution about cruel and unusual punishment? Anyway - he split us up today - Jared was all the way across the gym and we were doing completely different exercises. I can't tell whether he's (1) worried that Jared and I are competing against each other which could be unhealthy for our relationship or (2) that he's scared that we outnumber him and might take him down if he "mis-counts" again. Likely the latter. We both nearly threw up again. One word - intense.
So far, I'm not experiencing the same difficulties walking, sitting down (car, chair and/or toilet) as I was after our last leg workout - Good thing now that I'm drinking vanilla flavored dog crap with "digestive enzymes."
So far, my leg pain is not preventing me from wearing heels. I'm going to watch the last night of prelims at Miss Texas tonight for some motivation (and to watch Taylor, who was my teen when I was Miss Longview, as a beautiful accomplished young woman competing for Miss Texas!) Seriously, nothing makes you want to lose weight more than hanging out with old friends from the "pageant days" (and watching a bunch of skinny b*tches march across the stage in high heels and a swimsuit and remember when you used to be their size). Maybe this will re-motivate me since the scale is not doing the trick.
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