I swear, the seemingly “simple” workouts that Jessica has me doing KILL me. When I tried to wipe my face on the sleeve of my shirt today, I couldn’t lift my arm high enough to meet my face! And I’m sitting, or squatting, or lifting something and watching all the other folks in the gym, and it just makes me sick what a weenie I am. This guy next to me today was suspended by his forearms, had his ankles crossed and knees bent, and was lifting himself up in some sort of cross-wise torso torture and me thinking about me doing something like that almost brought on a fainting spell, right there on the spot! Does anyone think that I’ll ever progress? I’m pretty sure I haven’t lost any weight in the last 3 weeks. My clothes seem to fit a little looser tho. I don’t want to buy any new clothes until I’m substantially smaller, so I think to the outside world, I must look the same. I have included a new headshot picture because I did get a haircut last week, and I think it looks nice. My friend, Meagan J., does my hair and she was very surprised by my age. She doesn’t think I look as old as I am. THANK YOU Meagan!!!
The other happenings that are causing stress in my life was Halloween weekend, for one. I really didn’t do too bad, but I was not perfect with my eating either. I’ve since repented but even so, I like to feel guilty about it for a long time. It’s hard for me to just let it go, even tho intellectually I know that’s what I need to do. Secondly, my house is all torn up because of our kitchen remodel. So, there’s microfine dust everywhere, things out of place, walls that need to be painted and flooring that needs to be installed all before my family converges on us for Thanksgiving. It’s gonna be great when it’s all put back together, but in the meantime, I’m stressing. Me and construction of any kind don’t mix. My plan was to paint today, but not sure my shoulders and arms can hold a paint brush. Great news tho, I’ve got a helper coming this afternoon and he’s gonna take over. Yay! There’s plenty to keep him busy for the next few days and maybe by next week, I won’t be complaining so much.
Whew! I feel a lot better now that I’ve vented. Onward and upward through the fog (I mean dust!). -Claretta
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