With all of the hustle and bustle of moving, I sadly admit that we fell off the gym train for a bit. Evenings were spent packing and cleaning and general thinking of nothing else but getting the heck out of that place.
But we’ve settled in now, for the most part. Avery is happy because there is a bed in her room, and it has bedding. She has established rules that girls may sleep in her bed, but boys (including my brother Marshall) are not allowed to. I have found the majority of my books (Has anyone seen my copy of Eclipse?) and lined them up on shelves. Pictures have been unearthed from boxes. The garage sale cleaned up a large portion of the basement. Please don’t ask me about the other side, I’m so not ready to dive in there yet.
So, we started back to the gym. It was going just peachy. I had to rebuild a little on the treadmill, didn’t surprise me much. Then last week I got the bright idea (from the Biggest Loser) to split a bike marathon with Jenn. This was not a good idea on many levels. I felt great for miles 1 through 4. At 4.5 tears started rolling down my cheeks. My toes had gone completely numb, but not the good pain free numb, the tingly pokey needle numb. At 5.5 I quit. Took my feet out of the stirrups and stared at the screen on the bike. Then the tears fell harder. I’m tired of quitting. I flipped the pedals over and just put my feet on the bottoms, instead of in the stirrups. That helped a little bit. I was able to go another mile until the pain in my feet and lower back just became too much. I was beginning to sob and people were looking at me.
I’ve been doing a few miles here and there interspersed with tread milling and weight lifting. My feet don’t go as terribly numb, but my lower back just isn’t happy. I’ve also learned to start on the treadmill and move to the bike. If I do the bike first, walking on the treadmill + my angry back=no good. If I treadmill first, I can get much more tread-milling in, then lift to calm down a little, then bike until I can’t take it anymore. This gives me a good hour in the gym, and I feel accomplished.
I have lost 24 pounds to date, or 7.12% (please don’t go get out your calculators to figure out how much I weigh!!) The 24 doesn’t feel that impressive to me, but the 7.12% does for some reason. I’ve lost almost a tenth of myself!! Nothing feels all that different yet, but I weigh a lot, so it is going to take some time I believe before I really start noticing. Jenn has lost a bit of weight in her face. Lyz’s legs look totally amazing! Chris’s arms are bulking up nicely. My family has been working on weightloss too and it sounds like they are doing an awesome job as well.
We are just a pod of big losers!!!
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