Lost and Found

Remember the two-and-a-half pounds I lost?

Well, I found them and they are back!

This is not a good thing people.

Some things are better off not being found.
(Like things in the back of your refrigerator.)

Or little fatty-micro-mini-munchkins who disguise themselves as cottage cheese.
And burrow into your thighs and other places!
Little Miss Muffet is the one who showed up with the merchandise at Lost and FOUND.
(Was is so hard for her to keep her Curds and Whey to herself?)
REALLY?


I am acting like the innocent, (bitter) victim here,
who looks at the scale with a lawyer's poker face,
But I do know that eating a Tonka truck full of brownies
can have something to do with the munchkin revolt.

I can admit that I do have a thing for the 'brown stuff'. (April 11 post)
There are sooo many chocolate yummies in Denial.....

I do not want to blog about numbers for awhile.
They are 'weighing heavy' on me! 

"Chocolate is an antidepressant, which is especially useful as you start to gain weight."~Jason Love

Off Balance

It has been tricky for me to find time to blog with a change in my evenings.
I am off balance.

Well, that isn't anything new.
I have been told I'm 'a little off' most of my life.

But what I am trying to get at is that
Part of my imbalance is the time I take to exercise.
(Excuses) 

This is the start of my third week.
I think I already said that last week didn't I??
(Confusion-another side effect of exercise.)
But this really is the third week this time.

Guys, it doesn't seem like I am making much progress when my machine says,
"Workout Summary" 
Calories  27
Distance   1.21
What am I working so hard for??

Well, I continue because there is one machine that has a celebration for me each time I work out on it.
(Even if I am only on it for 2 minutes!)
It reads, 'Goal Accomplished!' when I am done.
Then there are flashing lights and sounds similar to the ones coming from a slot machine when you win.
I almost feel like I am in Vegas!

It makes a big deal out of a small deal.
I LOVE IT!
I am so happy I clap for myself in the end.
(Who cares if I only walked up 1 flight of stairs!
It is more than the 2 steps leading to my house!)
Depending how celebratory I feel I might even try a repeat performance.

Also, although I said I am not big on numbers,
(you can't believe everything I say),
I lost 2 1/2lbs.
You keep playing that funky music stair stepper.
It is working for me...


It always takes me awhile to adjust to a new schedule.
I will do my best to add something at least every few days.

Between winnings and confusion that could be a challenge.
A challenge I'm up to.

"Never eat more than you can lift."~ Miss Piggy

Therapy, Exercise and The Dining Room Table

I just noticed the title.
It sounds like the beginning of a bad bar room joke.

But it isn't.  I know, you knew that.
It is just a wholesome update.

THERAPY UPDATE:
                                                           
                                                                My sister gave me this.
                           She had to walk around the elephant to hand it to me.
                                     

 

For me there is both! 

I could not bring myself to tell her that though.

Because I want to keep the cup!

But the truth is that I eat chocolate while I am at therapy.

Maybe that is another reason why I do not get to lie down on the white couch?!

(See last blog 'Therapy is not for...')

More on chocolate later.

It deserves it's own blog!

  

EXERCISE/WEIGHT UPDATE:                                                                                                                             

I have gone to that place- the gym or the club or the Silver Sneaker hang out, four of the last six days.

Two of those days I was not able to fit it into my schedule.

In spite of those missed days, trauma to my body has been done. 

Today I am feeling it.

My body is sore in places that I didn't even know had muscles.

Like between my teeth.

Maybe that is a good thing.

My mouth could be too sore to eat.

(NOTE: Most chocolate doesn't require chewing.)

FYI: For some odd reason the scale at the gym is broken on the same number that the scale at the doctors office is.

I will discuss pounds later.

Broken scales and pounds also deserve their own blog.

DINING ROOM TABLE UPDATE:

It is finished!

And already sold!

It is taking time for me to post the step- by- step process.

(I lost some of the pictures of the middle steps in cyber space.)

The Robinson family found them.

(The Robinson's are from an old movie 'Lost in Space')

As for the table, it already has it's own blog. 

                                                            
                                     Thank you for your patience as I get my acts together!

Weight. WAIT!!

I got on a scale today.
Why?
(That is what I asked too).


Because I went to a doctor appointment.
And you know how they want to get all personal with you.
They want you to take your clothes off
(So they can take your blood pressure),
Check your pulse and your temperature and your oil,
Then they want to know if you drink alcohol or smoke (I don't think they meant salmon) or a new one- do you drink caffeine?
(I said of course not, I just inject chocolate into my veins)
And as if that isn't enough they want to know how much you weigh.

How do I know?
I don't have a scale at home.
Well I do, but what would possess me to pull it out?
And then stand on it?
And then look down at the numbers?!


I figured I have been losing weight anyway.
Just the other day I bought some new pants and they were loose!
(Did I mention I can no longer fit into my 'old' pants and that the 'new' ones were a couple sizes bigger than I used to wear?)

So here is the truth.
(This is why I take trips so often.)
It is the hard truth.
I now weigh more than I ever have in my life!
Even more than when I was pregnant. (Five times pregnant!)

I'll be back.
I need to buy my one-way plane ticket to Denial.

OK. 
It was perfect timing.
To shock me into doing something.
I had just won a membership to a gym from a silent auction we had at work.

So I joined the health club today.
Tonight I went.
I cheered for Butler in the NCAA championship game while I exercised.
It is a big start for me and a big finish for them.
We both cried when it was over.


Goodnight.