But I have almost completely shed my Thanksgiving Two — only half a pound still clings to me — through several days of light-ish produce-heavy meals and a night of sweaty zumba.
A new session of my very-aerobic zumba class just started, and once again the gym is packed. That's the disadvantage to choosing the hot-hot trendy workout. And the weather is lovely warm here in Arlington, which led to the following equation:
Warm air + Many bodies + Major exertion = Giant sweat cloud
All of us were rushing to our water bottles, way more than usual. Our teacher rolled her eyes at us. (She sweats too, but nothing fazes her.)
Also, I usually do the low-impact version of everything my bouncy weightless teacher does, but last night I upped my game a bit and hopped around like the hardbody girls — and I could do it! Though I was extra-tired after. I've gotten into the habit of calling Lady Darcy on my drive home, a nice 12-minute chat, but last night the effort of pressing three buttons . . . even my fingers were weary.
Today, I have a renewed sense of motivation because yesterday I got a surprising and wonderful invite. My church does an auction every other year, a fun and lively event, and my usual job (playing to my strengths) is running the bar. (My strengths of organization, people!) I assumed I would do the same this year.
But no, they have another job in mind for me.
I'm going to be the auctioneer!
I am wildly excited about this.
I'm also picturing the gown I would like to wear, and it will definitely look better after another lost 20 pounds. I have till the end of March; this is do-able. And I am making it my goal.
Despite all my good-intentions talk, I am completely out of the habit of logging my food, but I really think it makes a difference. So I will return to FatSecret (that scold) today and renew my vows. And I will do something active on my no-zumba days. (My fun dancey-zumba class only has two more sessions, weep! weep! I will find out where else that teacher teaches, because I cannot bear the idea of losing her.)
Oh! About my post title. I did eat small, relatively healthy meals yesterday — but then I finished my day's work around 4 p.m., and the kids were at the library with Husband so I had a nice quiet house to myself, and I thought: Wouldn't a glass of wine be just lovely right now? (Arty Jenny gave me a bottle of Peace Chardonnay that I've been dying to try.) And — wait, don't we have some Manchego cheese left from Thanksgiving? And — wait, isn't there also some prosciutto?
I had a beautiful little plate of the world's most fat- and sodium-laden foods (though I also ate a ripe pear and some low-fat whole-wheat crackers . . . ) — and still lost a pound and a half. That's when I start wondering, How much would I have lost if I'd had vegetable soup and salad for dinner? But we'll never know.
Another long day of work ahead. I am getting very achy in my nice ergonomic work chair; I told Mr. Lady C that I have arthritis of the shoulder or possibly shoulder cancer, and he is very kind about my affliction. But the Whole Foods Market magazine (which I picked up for vegetable recipes!) gave me some great yoga stretches to do while sitting at a desk, and they are really helping.
(There is a plug for Whey Protein Powder on the same page. In other words, this is not a source I would usually consult for life guidance.)
Oh! And my ovary shadow is benign and happy! A good groundhog, in other words. My OB-GYN got back to me, earlier than I'd expected, and said: If it ain't broke, don't fix it. I can't tell you how it pleases me to possess an ovary that ain't broke.
I think that is all my news. Time for a FatSecret-approved breakfast of fat-free raspberry Greek yogurt and high-fiber cereal. And lots more coffee. Fortunately, I find all of this very delicious.
Happy Hump Day!
Ew, that is not an attractive word.