(Post title shamelessly stolen from a friend’s Facebook update this morning – Thanks C!!!)
Mondays, in general, are not my most favorite of days (unless it’s the Monday of a three day weekend – in which case, they are awesome). Can’t imagine many people who regularly enjoy Mondays, but those who do most likely are retired or are some sort of crazy person – my apologies to those who aren’t crazy and like Mondays.
My Monday began pretty spectacularly – she says sarcastically – so I’m gonna take a minute to kvetch:
Had a tough time sleeping last night. The DH needs noise in the background in order to sleep and so we head to sleep with the tv going. Normally, it’s a show I’ve seen roughly a dozen times so I can tune it out, but last night it was Farscape. Infinitely interesting and a ton of episodes I haven’t seen. Wound up having to poke him awake to change it. Not so much of a problem. Still plenty of time to sleep.
After the television was changed to something relatively innocuous, I started to drift off when what should I hear but pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, etc. Joy. Some kids were setting off firecrackers. Have I mentioned fireworks/firecrackers can trigger my anxiety? Small doses of firecrackers or scheduled fireworks shows (can you say Disney??) are just dandy, but randomly? In the middle of the night? When I’m trying to sleep? I probably would’ve been fine if it had been just once, but ooooohhh nooooo, it had to happen four times over the course of an hour – every time just as I was getting my anxiety under control and starting to fall asleep. I was moments away from calling 911 when it stopped.
I finally managed to fall asleep between 1:30 a.m. and 2 a.m. so not so much a happy Zan this morning. In the slightest.
To top it all off, I’ve got the creeping crud that’s just bad enough to annoy me, but not bad enough to lay me up. Oh, and I slept wonky on my shoulder/neck Saturday night which leads to even more unpleasantness. GRRRRR.
Okay, kvetching done.
On to my weekend. One or two things aside, it was a pretty awesome weekend.
My Weekend Fail: there were two goals I set for myself this weekend: 1) Check out Gold’s Gym; and 2) Buy new black dress pants for work. Neither of which were completed. Bad Zan. No Cookie.
Because I’m basically a glutton for punishment, I decided to give 24hr Fitness another try. It’s great to get on my moral high horse about supporting companies that don’t care about their customers, and it’s another thing to have to drive ten miles (okay maybe five) to use another gym. Remember, the 24hr Fitness is probably half a mile from my house – it’s hard to ignore that kind of convenience, and I know I’d use the distance to the other gym as an excuse.
The buying of the pants? Can’t tell you why it was an issue, I mean I did go out shopping on Sunday. Heck, I even found myself in a store selling black dress pants! But for some reason it didn’t even cross my mind as something to do.
On the other hand, the rest of Sunday’s shopping trip was quite successful and made of much less Zan fail. Items acquired: trekking poles (for hiking), ice cube tray for water bottles (this thing is awesome – long, round ice cubes – perfect size), and most importantly – new bras. I’ve needed new bras for months, and the DH helpfully gave me a $50 gift certificate to Frederick’s for Christmas. Yes, Fredericks! In we went, they measured me, suggested a few, I tried them on, and out I walked with three gorgeous new titslings. Goodbye forever, Lane Bryant bras!!!!
Friday, I mentioned planning a Saturday hike, which, sadly, didn’t pan out. I was a little upset, but it was probably for the best. The heavens opened up around 3 p.m. and didn’t let up for 24 hours. Getting caught out in the rain would have sucked with this crud that’s settled in my sinuses. I took the opportunity, however, to get in a longer workout at the gym: 35 minutes on the elliptical and 15 minutes on the stationary bike.
Besides my bra victory, I enjoyed another fabulous NSV in my calorie counting experiment: the Sunday Brunch buffet. Successfully navigated this mine field, enjoyed myself, got my money’s worth, and stayed within the number of calories I established as “acceptable” for both breakfast and lunch. It was a revelation actually, realizing that I was eating both breakfast and lunch in the same meal, and not just a late breakfast. Huh.
Finally, since I promised I’d share this, I went to WW for my official weigh-in on Saturday. Here are the results:
Week of 1/23/11 – 1/29/11 Stats
Weigh-in Day: Saturday, January 29, 2011
Starting Weight: 291.6
Previous Weight: 221.8
Current Weight: 220.0
Difference: -1.8 lbs
Total Weight Removed: -71.6 lbs
Total Percentage of Weight Removed: 24.5%
Interesting to note there’s about a two and a half pound difference between my scale at home and the one at WW. I share the higher of the two numbers here (the WW scale) and count that as my official weigh-in.
Okay, I’ve rambled on long enough and covered waaaayyy too many topics, so I’ll sign off for now. Have a great one folks. Oh, and I’ll be sharing a great recipe real soon!