Friday, January 4, 2013
Me and My Treadmill – Moving Beyond the Hate
No, I love New England, I'm just grouchy. And crampy and hormonal. Guess what time it is? (I'll leave you in suspense, we've journeyed into my demonic uterus enough lately.)
My daughter inspired me last night; we were watching Pitch Perfect on DVD and Li'l Martini got up to get some ice cream; I asked, "Are you having some?" and I could see her think about it, clearly struggling between warring impulses — and then she said, "No." She's lost some weight and is getting so many compliments, I think she's feeling really good about herself right now, and I was proud to see her make this hard decision and stick to it.
And so tonight I decided to be Role Model Mommy, stuffing myself into a sports bra, strapping on my sneaks, and pounding out two sweaty miles, then lifting weights. I am wiped. And I also eschewed a glass of wine with lunch and enjoyed a splendid hour with Husband cold sober. (I'm sure he appreciated the sacrifice.) There may also have been some pre-lunch nuzzling, but I'll never tell.
I'm really really trying to come to a Zen place with my treadmill. Trying.
(Cindy Glamour advised me to listen to good music while treadmilling, and that definitely helps. Tonight I worked through the "H" section on my iPod — Diana Ross and the Supremes singing "The Happening," the Bangles singing "Hazy Shade of Winter," Rachel Sweet singing "Hairspray," and the Go-Go's singing "Head Over Heels." Great music, great beats — but I still get bored.)
All this had better result in a good weigh-in tomorrow — I am ready to see that scale needle move!
Except — oh, crap. Totally forgot my hormones . . . which will have something to say about my weight. O how I love being a girl.
Oh, well. I will take my bath and stop eating for the night and just see what happens. What else can I do?
Off to bathe myself thin! TGIF, friendys!