First of all, congratulations to the world’s best trainer
and his awesome wife! Scott and Amy had
a beautiful baby girl Tuesday evening!!
This weekend was a rough one. We went home for Memorial Day to celebrate
the high school graduation of two of my cousins. I knew that food and workouts were going to
be an issue and I tried to prepare as best I could. We’re going to chalk this one up to an epic
fail. No lie, I bet I ate about a dozen
of my mom’s chocolate chip cookies over the course of three days. They are like crack to me. I just can’t stop
once the sweet goodness touches my lips.
Saturday I walked with Sissy and Jake but that was the extent of my
workouts. Unless you count playing bags
for 8 hours on Sunday while drinking with the family a “workout”. It’s not even that I ate a ton of terrible
food or gorged out (besides the cookies).
I just didn’t make good food choices.
Chips and dip? Yes, please. Pizza?
Okay. I woke up Monday morning
feeling like an overly inflated balloon.
Besides that, I could tell my body was angry because my workouts this
week have been crappy. I didn’t have the
right fuel in me to really kick it into high gear. I’ve been slowly climbing back on track, just
in time for another weekend to set in. I’m
glad that we will be home this weekend so that I can stay focused, prepare my meals
and kick my butt all over the gym. I may
even start my triathlon training if I get the bike up and ready to roll. LeMars is just 14 weeks away. Not to mention I have the Alive & Running
5K on Saturday, June 16th.
Need to get off the treadmill and out on the road so that I can rock it
out in memory of Kirk. Only 10 weeks
until Sissy’s wedding. Yes, the dress
zips up since my return from Biggest Loser resort but it’s not conducive to
breathing well yet. So I need to remind
myself that if I want to boogie at the dance or be able to eat at the
reception, there is still work to be done.
Plus, I’m just a few pounds away from hitting the 100’s and that needs
to happen before my birthday in June.
So, it’s time to get back on track.
There are no vacations when it comes to healthy living. Each day I need to focus and keep my eye on
the prize.
I did have a fun moment at my parents’ house though that I would
like to share. I mean, the entire
weekend was awesome fun but this one actually pertains to the task at
hand. I didn’t weigh myself much when I was
in high school. Denial is a city of
which I am the mayor, remember? I’ve
talked to my mom about it and we think I weighed around 215 pounds or so when I
graduated but that’s a best guess. I’ve
said repeatedly that I’m smaller now than I have been in the (gulp), 18 years
since I graduated high school. Well,
Saturday night, there was proof. The
theme for my sisters bachelorette party is throw back prom so we were talking about
old dresses we wore and it led me to the basement were I found my wedding dress
from my first marriage. I married my
high school boyfriend two months after graduation in, what I thought at the
time, was a beautiful white gown. Holy
cow the styles have changed in 18 years.
Ha! And luckily, so has my
body! The dress was WAY too big for
me. It kind of hung like a sequined,
satin tarp with too many bows on the body of Lyndee 2.0. How many people can say that they are smaller
at 35 than they were at 18? Hooray for
that little victory. As I sit here and
write this, I think it will definitely go in my arsenal of inspiration for the
month. It’s ironic how Molly and I
started this as a “quest for the dress” and two years later I’m on a quest to
rock out my hot mama watermelon colored maid of honor dress in August. And rock it, I will!!
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