Still chugging along on the P90X project. Even though I started two weeks ago and am a workout away from completing a two week cycle of workouts, I’m still doing it. That’s nothing short of a miracle. Not to mention my 39th birthday (and dinner out with friends) thrown in there for the fun of it. I really have gotten myself into a good mindset of working out as soon as I get home from school (or, more correctly, as soon as I get home, change clothes, log on to Facebook for a bit and then work out). I feel a difference and I see a little difference. I have much more energy–no real urge to nap after school like before (if you’re not a teacher and you laugh at that, come to school with me one day and see how much other people’s hyper kids wear you out–just try it). I feel I’m getting stronger even if I can’t do a pullup yet without a chair. There’s a little less muffin top froth on the capris. All in all, a good thing.

Now, to work on the eating thing. Did ok the first week, the honeymoon phase. I just don’t do well with lots of protein. I mean, the body loves the protein. Always slims me down, especially in the gut. It’s just a matter of finding protein I like. I can’t do eggs for breakfast. Never could. But I’m trying. And I really don’t dig chicken all that much unless it’s fried with 11 herbs and spices (the right herbs and spices), so I’m trying to find a handful of new protein sources I love as much as fish (I know, I’m not right) and cottage cheese to add to the variety. You think growing up on a farm I’d be more of a meat eater, but I have a harder time battling my donut tooth than I do my meat tooth.

So anyway, I’m hanging in there and being a good girl. Tomorrow is the last day of that for four days, though. Hub and I managed to wrangle a free cruise last year that we never got around to taking and Thursday night we ship off for three days in the Bahamas. I hadn’t planned to take a bathing suit (I only wear one in my back yard, protected on four sides by 10′ fences for the safety and vision protection of all involved) but he just informed me that we’ll be taking a parasailing excursion. Has he not heard me make fun of fat people parasailing before and now is subjecting me to this horror? For a fat girl, I can’t imagine a scarier moment than realizing you’re flying half-naked in a clear blue sky in a bathing suit giving those below the ability to look at you from underneath. The idea frightens me. I think I might just wear jeans.

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…