Un-gyming It

It's starting to sink in that I might be able to stick with my current fitness plan.  It's all out of my home and neighborhood, and it's all free.  So far.  I'm watching craigslist like a hawk for some weights to purchase.  But anyway.  Yes.  It is good. 

For the last two weeks, I've averaged a little over 300 minutes of exercise per week.  I have continued to do the something in the morning, either with Maddie or during her first nap (it's gonna suck when she goes to just one nap), and then a family walk in the evening.  The morning exercise usually alternates days between walk/jogs outside and a video inside.  Last week I did some more of the videos on sparkpeople (diggin' the pilates), as well as the plyometrics video from P90X (that I already own).  I read that plyometrics (explosive jumping, leaping, bounding) is a good cross training exercise for running, as well as a good calorie burner.  Annnd, that video was damn hard.  I didn't remember how hard.  I actually split it up into two days with just a little overlap.  I figured if it was to help my running (jogging) get better, then doing the whole video and not being able to move at all, much less run, the following day was pointless.  Plus, I don't have time for a whole hour during Maddie's nap.  I have other crap I gotta do.  But anyway.  My walk/jogs are slowly turning to just jogs.  On Friday, I ran two 7 minute intervals with one 2 minute interval of walking between them.  Today, I ran one 11 minute interval and one 4.5 minute with one 1.5 minute interval of walking between them.  Granted, I'm running really slow - about a 12 minute mile, but speed is not the goal for now.  Instead, the goal is just being able to run for an amount of time without any walking intervals (aside from cool down, etc), so I'm doing well.  It feels good.  The house is becoming utterly neglected, but I'm not anymore.

Along with fitness comes nutrition, and I've been trying like hell to cook healthy stuff, not eat out, and have healthy things around to snack on.  I am killing the fruit and nuts around here!!  Also, salads are becoming a lot of fun with our meals due to making my own dressing.  So simple: a little olive oil, some fresh squeezed lemon juice, minced garlic &/or shallot with some salt and pepper, and it's on.  Additionally, I still haven't been keeping any sweets in the house, other than Joe's candy for quitting tobacco.  I do indulge on the weekends, but that's the only time. 

This weekend it was one medium blizzard, one kit kat bar, and one small pumpkin spice latte.  The kit kat bar was stupid; I bought it because I was pissed off at Joe.  I then ate it in front of him yesterday evening, just daring him to say something.  He did not.  I won, right?  Riiiight.  The pumpkin spice latte was a Friday treat after re-tagging my vehicle with a damn AZ plate (only $190 to drive around in this goddamn city for a year!), and I had not had any coffee at home that day (which is how/where I normally drink my coffee because our coffee maker is awesome and tastes better than damn Starbucks).  I don't know if I'll continue with the pumpkin spice latte.  It's too damn pumpkiny.  I usually get home and cut it with our left over coffee (thermal carafe so it doesn't taste like shit; again, it's awesome).  I could probably just make it at home, healthier and better tasting.  As for the blizzard, I love ice cream, and only having it once a week is a delicate friggin' dance of willpower.  I will not give that up.  I could probably go for a small, but Joe insisted on medium, and I was not having a smaller size than him!

So in a nutshell, that's how things are going with the fit-back-in-my pants plan.  I can now get into all of them and zip and button.  Just gotta keep working on the overhang.  Family life is a little weird right now.  Joe is two weeks tobacco free, and we're still exploring to see who the real Joe is under all those years of tobacco.  Seriously, he is not himself in all this.  There are periods of mania and then just as quickly exhaustion.  He is very sensitive to things I say but has no empathy in regards to what he says to me.  Also, his gas is still horrible.  Now these things are not constants; sometimes I have a sweet husband who can stay awake for more than five minutes when we finally have time to hang out.  BUT, the majority of the time I do not, and instead find myself married to a narcoleptic gaseous asshole.  Peaks and valleys.  VALLEY.

But my kid is awesome.  Brought her home from the hospital a year ago today!  One day I might even finish her birth story.

This is how we end dinner.  She's not actually pulling boogers out; she's just resting her finger there.  After of course she's run her food-covered hands through her hair and thrown food on the floor for the dogs.  So hard to keep a straight face and tell her no.  Love this kid. 

GOOD NIGHT.