Donuts Always Win

You’re imagining some sort of horrible accident involving me, a Krispy Kreme truck and a broken latch. Kinda like when the armored lotto trucks forgot to lock their back doors years ago and pennies spilled all over the highway, only to be grabbed hand-over-fist by greedy passerbys–except this time, the aforementioned breakfast treat truck spilled its warm-glazed goodies on the interstate and in my rush to stuff my piehole, I was smeared on the roadway by an oncoming 18-wheeler?

Yeah. Sorry. Nice thought, though. Especially for my donut-neglected self. And especially because the truth is far more boring.

It’s just been life in the way of blogging. And vacations in the way of life. Yeah, rough, huh? First a trip to Vegas in late March with friends, the first time as an adult I’ve taken time off work to go on vacation. Amazing time had by all. Home one week, then the hubby and kid had their school spring break in Florida, just in time to return to take me to the airport for my week in Tucson. Add in a couple of rough issues at work, a lot of nice spring weather and an urge to spring clean everything in sight and you’ll have more of the real truth.

And there have been slight changes on the weight loss front. Slight, not as in actual weight loss, but slight as in approaches to shed pounds. After a week in Tucson where I allowed myself the luxury of eating whatever I wanted without repercussion (not as exciting as it sounds. I don’t think I had a single donut, just tried lots of local cuisine), (and there were plenty of repercussions in the form of a higher number on the scale and less wiggle room in the capris on the way home), I came home to decide just what I was going to do to work toward my goal for my birthday next year…weight loss.

So I did what every intelligent, red-blooded, credit-card equipped infomercial watching American does: I ordered P90X. Now, don’t think this is on a whim. I’ve adored Tony Horton since my days of the original Power 90, back when my workouts came on VHS. However, I’ve believed that P90X is somehow more advanced for my skills. Now that I’ve finished all of the first week (only took one day off but did the workout the next day–and did not miss the workout because I wanted, missed because my schedule would not allow it), I am more assured that I indeed *can* do this workout for 90 days (some days off mind you) and it *will* make a difference.

I am loving the workout. How funny that I can’t even do one single pullup (yep, I bought the pullup bar and had the hubby install it) but I don’t let that deter me. I use the chair for the pullups. It’s better to try and modify to reach a goal than it is to not try at all, right?

So now that you know where I’ve been, what I’ve been up to and that I’m still fat enough to keep on blogging about the state of my waistline, I’ll let you go for now. More soon, I promise. I’d like to blog about the P90X stuff daily but I don’t know that time-wise I can do it. I promise I’ll keep you updated, however. Maybe even throw in a couple of essays for old-time sake. So stay tuned. At least now if I give in to the donuts, I’ve got a way to burn it off…