Yesterday, I reset my Wii Active Personal Trainer to begin the 30 Day Challenge (AGAIN!), and promised I would follow the schedule exactly. Somehow, I have yet to do the first exercise. Therefore, I am set to begin on tomorrow and will follow the program to the letter. I don't know why I am a slacker on this tool because I like doing the exercises. I suppose this is another "matter" winning over "mind". In other words, I know that a great deal of the matter is that I need to exercise, but I allow my mind to overrule the idea of looking like a complete idiot in front of both my husband and child. The killer in the whole matter is neither one of them will interrupt me during my exercise sessions. However, I did WALK, but oh how hard it is to do when you have a child in tow. Regardless of my greatest efforts to persuade her not to come, follow me, indeed she did. Can we say I got tired from having to continuously say, "Come on!" "Keep up with, Mommy!" and finally, "Leave the dog alone!" Needless to say, I barely squeaked out a mile.
Today, on the other hand, was a different story. I agreed to meet my friend Tina at the Rec to walk and have our daughters enjoy the kiddie water park. The indoor track, conveniently located upstairs, takes a full nine laps to make a mile. I started strong and encouraged my friend to walk her pace and not mine, since I easily outweigh her by 120 lbs. You know ego is a strange beast. When she did eventually pull ahead of me as we entered the fourth lap, the competiveness in me vowed not to let her pass me--regardless of what it took. I held my own for seven more laps, and then fatigue began to settle in my bones. Nevermind the fact that my dumb ass had on jeans. Sure, the jeans are quite loose from where I first started, but still they were jeans. The purpose of wearing them was to increase my sweat pull. Entering the eleventh lap, I saw her close to closing the gap, and I shot off and sprinted for a full twenty seconds. My sudden burst of speed was so comical that in spite of the "zone" Tina was in, she had to surrender to the laugh that bubbled in her stomach. When I tell you I was exhausted when I finally called it quits after completing lap 19, that is no lie. What prompted the stop? I couldn't deal with my now retired college professor lapping me as he power-walked past me. He is close to 70! Tina, who had yet to lap me, laughed heartily when she came up on my profusely sweating self collapsed on the wrought iron bench nearest the elevators. She convinced me to walk a cool down lap and save for the grace of God, I wouldn't have made it.
This evening, I enjoyed a light dinner of grilled fish, steamed broccoli, and buttered pasta. Yes, I know the pasta should have been whole wheat--SUE ME. Tomorrow, I am scheduled to go to the very doctor who stipulated I lose twelve pounds per month beginning in January. Guess what? Goal not met, and I will not be making that appointment. Let's be honest, I'm not ready. What is the point of forking over $30 to hear the same? That would be completely stupid on my part.
I believe I am a misdiagnosed thyroid sufferer. Every doctor has always asked, "Do you have a thyroid problem?" and it is based on my eyes because they have a slight quality of protruding from the sockets. Amazingly, I always pass the test.
Peace.
Have you thought about getting your child a scooter? I've wondered if my own child would walk along better if she weren't walking, and I've been tempted on the scooter front, especially since sometimes you can get them for $10 and no more than $20. It would be an interesting experiment, at least. Also, if you can find a way to get her to do some walking with you, she should tire out and go to bed pretty quickly.
ReplyDeleteDo the doctors ever give you your numbers when you have your thyroid checked? Some people are slightly hypothyroid even though their numbers fall within the "normal" range. "Normal" can be up to 4, but just because I may be functioning normally at a 4 does not always mean that you are. There are some dietary changes you can make if you suspect you might be one of the millions that are essentially falling under the radar or just plain misdiagnosed.