I darkened the door of Weight Watchers this morning and stepped on the scale. I did. The good news is I lost 1.2 pounds. The bad news is I don't know what that truly means since today was my first time back since April 8th. Yes, you read that right. The other day I saw that my debit card had been charged the monthly WW membership fee and it made me mad. Not at them, at myself. Anger CAN be an effective motivator. I'm still counting today as a loss and moving forward. Let's just forget about that silly two month gap shall we? I am committing to writing down my food and recording the points. I am. I've already been documenting today. Go me.
I hope getting all up in WW again will benefit my P90X efforts as well. This is week 3 of Phase One. I don't think there are many visual changes yet, nothing really noticeable to others. I can see a few changes, slight (emphasis on slight) definition/tone developing. WHOOP! I am also a little stronger. This week my push-ups were better, I did pull ups with one leg on the chair instead of both and Ab Ripper X is actually more enjoyable (seriously still hard, but I can do more of it).
After WW I felt like I was on a roll, so A. and I went to the Y. If you thought the WW absence was pitiful, the Y is worse, don't think I've been there since spring break in March. I know. I've toyed with cancelling our membership since we don't use it like we should, yet it's convenient to have the option when needed. Like when it's 800 degrees outside. In the spirit of embracing change, I am committing to going to the Y more, ideally 3x a week at least to add cardio on strength P90X days. Fingers crossed.
It's been a while since I've run. (Are you sensing a pattern here?) Possibly over a month. Sigh. But, remember, I am now the Embracer of Change, so I hit the
Here are a few faves that played during my run:
Goodbye to You by the Veronicas (in honor of saying goodbye to the junk in my trunk).
Beyonce put an extra zing in my stride when Single Ladies (Put a Ring on It) came on. Love the beat, but wasn't really singing to me (since today is our 14th wedding anniversary).
I asked Duffy for Mercy and was thankful when Madonna and JT told me I only had Four Minutes left.
4 miles and I didn't puke. I'll call that a success.
I also realized I am in need of some fresh running tunes and would love some suggestions. What gets your feet moving these days?