For the next four weeks:
Behind! Inadequate! Not meeting my goals!*
But that's okay, because I just have to hang on to February 22, and then I can cut my hours back and return to my regularly scheduled life as per the discussion with my very nice boss.
I was at Zumba yesterday (Zumba, how I've missed you! Mwah!) Two amusing things:
1. We did the Jewish wedding dance. Really. To Havanagila (sp) which got faster and faster and faster-- quite aerobic. It would have been even better with actual chairs and an actual bride and groom, but we made do.
2. My teacher pointed at me and said "Center!" for the inner ring of the dance. I wasn't completely sure she meant me and I didn't fancy the more conspicuous spot on the floor, so I just hung back and did my thing. And then I thought, "Oh my gosh, I didn't obey my Zumba teacher. She'll feel ineffective! I did it wrong. Should I say something after class?" And that, my dears, is what the last three weeks has done to me... I am in a perpetual state of late and wrong. I can't Zumba without agonizing.
This weekend I painted my bathroom. (There's a point to this, bear with me.) I liked a paint called Wicker Mat. But I wanted to be sure, so I painted 12 other samples up there before I finally went with-- wait for it--Wicker Mat. Before I agreed to increase my hours, I thought maybe it wasn't such a good idea. Which it wasn't. Huh!
On a brighter note, my weight's more or less stable and my 12s have not exploded or anything. I was 172 as of Friday. I have a theory to posit-- would be interested in feedback. My theory is you can teach your body to stay slimmer. I'm not saying slim, necessarily, but even now with things crazy, my eating's been pretty normal. I'm not diving headfirst into the junk, I mostly don't think about food unless I'm hungry, I am okay with eating Real Food most of the time. I think I've improved my glucose metabolism so I'm not getting that gotta-have-carbs-now kind of hunger, so typical of those of us who have glucose problems. I've noticed a couple of other bloggers remarking on the same thing-- Cranky Fitness and Foodie McBody come to mind. That maintaining takes thought, but it's not that hard. I find that cheerful, don't you?
The blogosphere is sliding along without me. Fit by 41/Maybe 42 went skating! 266 is going to be 146 before I get back to it (Go, 266! Rah!) About 19000 years ago, blogtime, Chubba Momma awarded me a lovely bloggie award. Thank you, Chubba Momma!
I will have to be on Blog Lite for the next four weeks. But I will still be declaiming bravely even if every other member of the blogosphere attains a BMI of 22.5 and I am the only overweight person left on the internet. Slow but persistent, that's me.
Have a great week, everybody! May we all meet up a little stronger and little healthier on the other side.
*I guess I flunked out of Perfect Ten. But I'll still be following along at home, okay?