Seas Parted

It happened yesterday. I swam up stream, fought the odds, moved mountains and crossed valleys to make it happen. Wait for it...I hit the gym. Prior to walking in I envisioned as I put my key chain tag up to check myself in that the entire facility would turn and start laughing at me as they chanted "Lard ass! Lard ass!". Totally kidding about the lard ass part but for sure thought the laughter was going to happen. Anyhow, I grabbed my group fitness pass and headed towards the locker room. Two things needed to happen in there. Step on the scale and take a picture of myself in the wardrobe mirror. Both outcomes made me laugh as I'm sure the people who caught me during my self-portrait session chuckled a bit as well. I might stop weighing myself though because I've become a little obsessed with it. Never in a million years did I think I would be praying to see the #'s 159 pop up on the damn thing.

Granted I did splurge a little on lunch yesterday (I only ate half of it-that is progress) I've been pretty good about my food intake. I think I need to focus more on the alcohol intake now which totally sucks. I don't drink all the time but when I drink - I drink. I don't fool around with the 1 - 2 small sissy cocktails. Oh no. Give me high calorie, body absorbing, gut protruding, heavy beer and I'm a happy girl. My uncles should be so proud. A gal in her 30's should not take pride in the amount of beer she can consume...but I do. I'm probably the only chick who lost weight as a result of getting pregnant because I had to lay off the sauce. For real. With each kid I lost about 10-15 lbs before I started tacking on the "baby" weight. Beer makes me happy -  until it doesn't. I keep running the phrase "have the body you deserve" through my head but damn it if I don't deserve to throw back a few colds ones now and then. Perhaps my foamy, delicious little friend and I need to put some distance between us. We'll see if that happens...

Today's Fix:

Taking the trio to swim; since lock down went into full effect on Tuesday they have been really good. So much so that I haven't had to turn into Emily Rose in the last 36 hours. Always a plus.

Yesterday's Scorecard:

Worked out for 55 minutes straight! Woo hoo! Pretty much can't move but damn it was worth it. I needed to get out a little aggression. No better way to do that than an intense cardio martial arts class taught by f'ing She-Ra. 

Note to self:

Do not wear light colored leggings to high cardio class - you never know what part of your body is going to sweat profusely.