Posts Tagged ‘parasailing’
Yeah, life’s a little crazy again. Hopefully things will settle down after this weekend and I can get into some type of blog routine. More for me than you.
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.