257

That's how many minutes I worked out last week.  And that doesn't include house work or baby wrangling.  That's how much time I was able to devote to actual exercise.  According to my tracker, it also says that I burned 1035 calories in those minutes, but I'm not so sure.  The calorie counter is just an added bonus that I look at as a high estimate.  For me this is more about how my clothes fit and how I feel.  After only a week, there's not so much of a difference in how my clothes fit, but I feel like I might have a little more energy and a lot more motivation.

Additionally, I'm starting to get into the fitness videos on sparkpeople.com.  The other morning I did a bollywood dance video followed by a beginner pilate video.  I enjoyed both, and while I'm not very coordinated for the dance stuff, whatever I was doing kept me moving, and that's what counts.  There's even an option under each video to add the workout to your fitness tracker.  Very handy.  Tomorrow I have to wait on another repairman in the AM when I'd normally do my walk/jog.  Also, my knee is a bit wonky.  So, I will stay home and do a video or two later while Maddie naps.  I've already been looking through them tonight.  I think I'm excited about it.  What?  I'd also like to do a yoga one with Joe one evening.  Yes.

Speaking of Joe, he has made it past the initial 72 hours of being tobacco-free.  That is supposedly the hardest part of the whole quitting thing.  Nights are the worst, but none as bad as that first night I wrote about.  He did a little research to try to figure out what to expect in all of this, and arming himself with a little knowledge really helped.  He has handled his freak-outs MUCH better knowing that they are normal and usually don't last more than three minutes at a time.  Or something like that.  I bought him lots of hard candy to keep his mouth busy and pretty much gave him free reign to overall just eat whatever.  So far so good.  However, tomorrow he returns to work where a member of his team dips, so we'll see what happens.  I told him that if he cheats tomorrow, he should just not come home.  Seriously.  This was a team effort all damn weekend, and while I am not the one having withdrawals, I helped head off any potential triggers.  (Read: I walked on fucking egg shells all weekend.)  It doesn't mean he can't come home the next day, but tomorrow will definitely be off the table.  

PS.  I've already worked out 54 minutes this week.  Today I jogged 14 of 34 minutes, at one time jogging right past a snake laying in the shade of the gutter off the side of the road.  After letting out a surprised scream mid-stride, I noted the snake never moved, which leads me to believe it was dead.  Joe says it was just shading itself.  He also says it was a rattlesnake.  I did not let him take a closer look to confirm, as neither of us had any anti-venom, nor a clean pair of shorts.  And I certainly wasn't going to go look.  Indeed, the west is wild.  Hooray for exercise!