Train of Thought
Tip of the Day: Girding up your loins meant tucking your clothes into your belt (girdle)to make it easier for you to travel or fight, and incidentally providing a little extra protection to your privates during a presumably insecure enterprise.
There! Makes perfect sense, doesn't it?
I girded mine for the week and it's helping, but I'm still not there yet. Zumba in particular is suffering. Yesterday I had the time but there was no way I was getting into my car voluntarily. My schedule these days looks like an Amtrack timetable out of Penn Station. I bagged the 1045 to Zumba. I am going to explore additional Zumba offerings (the rec is offering it closer to home) and I may look into trying to catch a class or two in the town where I do most of my work.
Weight wise I am around 172 on my forgiving, good-natured analog scale, as opposed to the pruney digital downstairs that keeps insisting inexplicably that I weigh 3 pounds more. Foo on that. The upstairs scale is centered-- even a hair right of center, which I resisted moving back during my race to 171 after the holidays-- so that means it's right, right? Case settled.
I went to see my pleasant gastroenterologist today. Gastric doctors are not thrilled when you lose weight. I had to explain it was really, truly on purpose. You all can be my witnesses, right? I've been TRYING, geez.
I have to catch the 12:00 Wound Vac and Recert train, followed by the 1440 Little Girl Express, the 1500 for High School Students Not Walking Home in Ice, and the 1600Ballet Twelve Miles Down a Two Lane Road, Usually Late and Stuck Behind a Tractor Local. Luckily I have other drivers for the Retrieving Sweet Deserving Husband During Rush Hour and Basketball Pickup trains.
I want to catch a few blogs first. Maybe I will be pleasantly reassured by hard-working weight loss bloggers who picked up a couple of pounds over the holidays. The rest of you... Shhhh.