I've been up for a couple hours, but I am downright cold, and not motivated. I was hoping it would be warmer today. Hello, sun? Please come back. In the meantime, I have been clicking through Flickr. When someone adds me as a contact, I always follow the link back to sort of see "why," because I'm not a photographer, and my photos are a mess of frosting and whatnot, and I like to delete the ones that add me for the preggie porn pics or the fat belly man porn. (It happens way more than you would think.)
I hope to get a good walk in today. Either outside or actually on the treadmill. My husband threatened to sell it last week, considering it never gets any love, it shouldn't matter, but I spazzed, "That's MY treadmill, and you are not selling it." I opened it, for the baby to climb on and maim herself, and promised myself that I would at least use it to time my walking mile. I have no idea how fast I really walk outdoors. I don't pay attention, I just know that my walk takes about an hour, and it's about four miles start to finish, so I'm going in spurts of about 4 mph, but I stop to cross the street a few times, and with the baby or kids, stopping happens a lot more.
That, and I saw a photo that my sister in law posted on her MySpace of my ass. Sure, she's 30+ weeks pregnant and has yet to gain weight or a stretch mark anywhere. (Except her belly button ring had to come out, it was chafing, lol.) I don't take photos of my ass on purpose unless it's on purpose for this blog. If I had seen those photos on my memory card, they would be deleted prior to getting the upload. That right here is motivation to keep walking. (Yes, I'll show you.)
- Breakfast - Unsweetened soy milk cappuccino.
- Snack - Glazed indiscretion. (230 calories. In my defense, I'm writing it down, I didn't buy it, the man who obviously has a death wish for me or prefers me fat, and it's the lowest calories and carbs from Dunkin Donuts. :x)
- Quite A Late Lunch - Cheese Quesadilla from Taco Hell (We were out, Dad had taken the kids out to lunch and I skipped it - opting to get my nails done instead, but by the time all was said and done, I was ravenous.)
- Snack - Turkey Breast.
- Dinner - None.
- Bed - Protein Shake. 1 scoop vanilla protein, 1 c. frozen mixed berries, crushed ice, unsweetened soymilk, water to blend, 1 oz sugar free vanilla.
Exercise - 45 minutes on treadmill until my brain fell out, and I thought I was having a hyper hypo moment and Had To Stop. Bob said I did my "stupid" act and said some "I'm sorry, I think my sugar is low, I can't find my glucometer" shit and was looking for my meter, and I tested, the glucose was normal. I had just eaten a leftover slice of the quesadilla immediately prior to stepping on the treadmill, so it was just a brain melt (aka possibly a complex partial seizure) and it passed in about three minutes. FWIW, these sort of episodes seem to come in clusters, two to three a day for a few days, then none for a long time.
I've been up for a couple hours, but I am downright cold, and not motivated. I was hoping it would be warmer today. Hello, sun? Please come back. In the meantime, I have been clicking through Flickr. When someone adds me as a contact, I always follow the link back to sort of see "why," because I'm not a photographer, and my photos are a mess of frosting and whatnot, and I like to delete the ones that add me for the preggie porn pics or the fat belly man porn. (It happens way more than you would think.)
I hope to get a good walk in today. Either outside or actually on the treadmill. My husband threatened to sell it last week, considering it never gets any love, it shouldn't matter, but I spazzed, "That's MY treadmill, and you are not selling it." I opened it, for the baby to climb on and maim herself, and promised myself that I would at least use it to time my walking mile. I have no idea how fast I really walk outdoors. I don't pay attention, I just know that my walk takes about an hour, and it's about four miles start to finish, so I'm going in spurts of about 4 mph, but I stop to cross the street a few times, and with the baby or kids, stopping happens a lot more.
That, and I saw a photo that my sister in law posted on her MySpace of my ass. Sure, she's 30+ weeks pregnant and has yet to gain weight or a stretch mark anywhere. (Except her belly button ring had to come out, it was chafing, lol.) I don't take photos of my ass on purpose unless it's on purpose for this blog. If I had seen those photos on my memory card, they would be deleted prior to getting the upload. That right here is motivation to keep walking. (Yes, I'll show you.)
Exercise - 45 minutes on treadmill until my brain fell out, and I thought I was having a hyper hypo moment and Had To Stop. Bob said I did my "stupid" act and said some "I'm sorry, I think my sugar is low, I can't find my glucometer" shit and was looking for my meter, and I tested, the glucose was normal. I had just eaten a leftover slice of the quesadilla immediately prior to stepping on the treadmill, so it was just a brain melt (aka possibly a complex partial seizure) and it passed in about three minutes. FWIW, these sort of episodes seem to come in clusters, two to three a day for a few days, then none for a long time.