I'm sitting cross-legged on my therapist's couch 4 months after my husband's announcement that he wants a divorce when my therapist informs me that he thinks I should start dating again.
I had told myself and others that I was going to take time off to concentrate on myself for once. Between a husband and three boys, I didn't know who I was anymore. I just wanted to hang out with my girlfriends, drink martinis like a fish, and let the hair grow long on my legs if I wanted. I had even gone so far as to announce to my friends that I was going to take a full year off from any kind of relationship.
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I figure I need to get back in this blogging game at some point, and I want to keep certain things consistent around here. Plus, Weight Loss Weigh-in Wednesday just seems to sound so much better than Fighting My Fat Friday.
That would get your attention though, wouldn’t it?
Sad to say, there has been no weight lost on this weigh-in Wednesday. The stress of the past two weeks may have something to do with it. (Plus the fact that my aunt seems to have an afternoon ice cream habit and she likes to have an accomplice.)
I can proudly say, however, that while I was in Eastern Washington, I went for a hike 6 out of the 8 days that I was there. Hiking in Eastern Washington is definitely different from hiking in Western Washington. I’m used to the sheltering canopies of conifers and moisture, not sand dunes. I made sure I was up and out by 7 a.m. everyday in hopes of getting my hike in and getting back to my aunt and uncle’s air-conditioned digs before the heat really kicked in. Plus, instead of worrying about cougars and bears, I had to watch out for coyotes and rattlesnakes. Luckily, all I saw was a jack rabbit, coyote poo, some quail, and LOTS and LOTS of sage brush.
I started my personal training with Zach back up this week. It was good to get back in the gym, and now he’s switching things up on me a little. We’re moving from exercises that emphasis strength and balance to exercises that will be faster and provide a more cardiovascular emphasis. For example, he made me do mountain climbers today, which seemed to make every ounce of fat on my body jiggle. Also, instead of regular shoulder presses, he gave me a lighter weight and had me press them alternately and faster. He also threw a new core exercise at me, which I hate. I know it will be good for me, but ab exercises are the worst. It could have something to do with the fact that most of the weight I carry now seems to be in my stomach and my ass.
Zach always demonstrates the exercises for me before I have to do them. So, this morning, he got down on the mat and showed me how I was supposed to sit up on my butt, feet raised, torso raised, medicine ball in hands, and take the ball from side to side twenty times while keeping my feet and torso up.
“Oh, this is going to suck,” I said.
He dropped his head, smiled, and laughed, and said, “You can’t hate every exercise.”
“No just the hard ones.”
You would think that, at some point, one’s ass could become large enough to provide a nice stable base, like a blob of Silly Putty slapped down on a table to make the bottom flat, but no such luck. My ass was not stable at all, but somehow, I managed to do three sets. It wasn’t pretty though, let me tell you. There were some pretty unattractive grunting sounds coming out of me. I didn’t let any “f” bombs fly though; it was too early in the morning for that.
One of my friends stopped by to buy fresh eggs this morning, (my chicken’s eggs, not mine,) and commented on how toned my arms are getting. I briefly gave him a gun show. The weight loss may be slow, but I’m still seeing things get redistributed. I’ll discuss back fat versus lats at a later time.
Anyway, I’m back at it. I have a couple more posts in the hopper and will try to work on them this weekend.
By the way, one of my subscribers asked me last time I posted about my weight loss whether the toes in the picture above were mine. For the record, these are not my toes. Judging from their appearance, I would say these are the toes of a man. Don’t ask me how I know, I just feel like I know. You know?? In case you are wondering, my feet are, unlike the rest of me, relatively slender; my toes are painted; and, I have a toe ring.
Have a great weekend! It looks like Julember in Seattle may finally be over.
Today I weight 243. That’s a two-pound weigh loss since last week. The numbers on the scale aren’t moving very fast, but I am starting to see changes in the mirror. While I still have my belly, I’m going from looking approximately 7 months pregnant to about 6. The tale of the tape will happen when Zach, my personal trainer at Experience Fitness, changes my workout in a few weeks. He has warned me that as soon as my body gets used to doing the workouts that we’re doing now, he will switch things up and make things more difficult.
That’s what personal trainers are for, I guess. He really pushes me. He’s not a drill sergeant, which is good, but he’s always pushing. I’m up to pressing 30 pound dumbbells on the chest press and lifting 90 pounds on the lat pulldown. Basically, I’m back to lifting the kind of weights I did when I was in my twenties.
If I was trying to lose weight and get strong on my own, I probably wouldn’t even be making it out of bed to work out in the morning. The accountability factor is huge. I would feel like a shit if I missed an appointment, so I’m lacing up my tennis shoes at 6 in the morning and taking the 20 minute walk (one-way) up this huge hill to get to the gym. Sometimes I have to hit the snooze a couple of times, but I always make it. The payoff, of course, is that I’m starting to see measurable results in strength, endurance, and in how my clothes fit.
Last night, a friend of mine commented that I was looking thinner through my hips. We were out at a Central District dive bar celebrating the fact that my friend, Marcy, had just been promoted to purple belt in Kung Fu. (Honestly, watching her test really made me want to go kick something.) This outing was not good for my diet, because I ended up having two beers, (that’s four drinks already this week) with tater tots and nachos for dinner. It’s not quite as bad as it sounds. The nachos and tots were shared between my three friends and I, but it’s certainly not the high-fiber lean protein my nutritionist would like me to be eating.
Starting the week with a party holiday is not easy.
Today is another day, and I will be good. I promise.
Today is, in fact, my anniversary. Yes, I’m still married to that selfish f&%$er. He had the audacity to send me a text message on Sunday asking if I would want to go have lunch with him. I was en route to Dora’s birthday party, so I told him I was already having lunch. In response, he sent another text, “Want to do shots tonight?”
What an ignorant dick. I didn’t even answer.
I have already heard from him today, of course. He wanted to know if I would want to go have dinner, and invited me to one of my favorite crepe restaurants in the city. Damn it! He knows me.
I sent a text back, “To celebrate our anniversary???”
“We don’t have to if you don’t want. I just wanted to say thank you for being incredible and many other things.”
Yes, so incredible he needs a divorce. I have another birthday party to go to tonight, so I will NOT be dining with my STB-ex. Morbid curiosity has me wondering what he really wants, but something tells me sitting through dinner with him would not be worth it to find out.
Surprisingly, I’m not really that sad today. I think the 4th of July was harder for me than today. The first year my husband was in the U.S. and two days before our wedding, we went to watch the fireworks at Gasworks Park. His enthusiasm and the way he had been taking pictures and sending them to his parents in Colombia made me realize how much we take for granted in this country. It had actually made me cry. This year, as I watched the fireworks, even though I was surrounded by friends, I found myself recalling that time, and it made me a little sad.
But now, I’d just like to get strong at Experience Fitness, maybe learn a little Kung Fu, and go kick him.