Life is Healthy

I'm up late. I can't sleep. But I've got to relax. So I guess it's a hot bath soon.

I'm thinking of buying 12 personal training lessons--the more you buy the cheaper they are. Anyway, it should cost me around $540. I'm getting back to the gym next week. But I'm going to start out slow. I'll buy the personal training sessions the week after, and then I'll have two sessions a week for the next six weeks. I wish I could afford a personal trainer twice a week every week. But, alas, I cannot.

So that's what's keeping me awake. I'm thinking too much.

I had my final of four personal training session today. The workout was good. It was something I think I could do on my own. Lots of rowing and then walking the track—followed by some strength training.

Over the weekend my hamstring muscle started acting up again. I wish it would just get better. It's a muscle spasm, for sure. I try to keep it stretched out, but it always comes back. Sooner or later.

The time change has left me tired—although once I get used to it, I like it much better.

Well, once again I don't have much to say.

I made it to the gym today. I did aerobics and stretching for about an hour. I've got to remember to stretch in between periods of aerobics. My legs are feeling better, but they did get crampy while I was on the treadmill. I need some new music as well. Being back at the gym regularly is more natural for me. I feel at home there. I probably will continue with my gym after I finish the weight management program.

Geez. I wish I had more to say. It's hard to come up with some new idea about losing weight. Everything boils down to calories in/calories out. Sure, low carb diets seem to work a little better. But they cut the amount you're eating, too. I try to stay away from simple carbs—but I do eat lots of fruit and vegetables. I just don't know what else I can tell anyone about dieting that hasn't already been said.

I enjoy exercising. And I think that's the key to making it a habit. I wish I could afford more personal training sessions. I guess I'll have to come up with my own workout soon. I have several exercises to pick from now. During my personal training sessions, I have done a few exercises that I really like. I'll see what I come up with and write it down here.

Well, I have much to do this afternoon.

You know on the Biggest Loser when people are working out so hard they puke? Well, that's what my personal training session was like this morning. I thought I was going to puke. I still feel shaky. And I scheduled another one for next Monday. What was i thinking? Oh, it's all good. I'll be glad I did it—sooner or later.

I had the girls this weekend. That was fun. We went to the mall and walked 'til out legs were stubs. They were playing with baby dolls on the way home, and Liberty—the four-year-old—was telling hers, "I love you baby. I can't hit you baby." I thought I was going to die laughing. Soon after, they fell asleep. Where do they come up with this stuff?

One time when we were in a restaurant, Liberty—the same one—was standing up on the chair. I told her to sit down, and she looks at me and announces at the top of her lungs, "You can't hit me." I was mortified. I want you to know that I have never hit her in my life. It's funny now, but at the moment, I was like, "Oh dear God, I cannot believe you just said that."

So I'm working on getting back into exercising. My goal for this week is to go the gym five mornings. After today, anything I do on my own will pale in comparison.

I made it to the gym four out of five days this week. Monday I have a personal training session at 5:30 a.m. That should prove interesting. But I can do that for one day. Right? This morning I did 45 minutes of cardio. I feel so much better—like I have enough oxygen now. Yesterday I was sleepy all day. My legs kind of ache though.

I try to make a big deal out of Valentine's Day for one reason—my husband died of sudden cardiac arrest, and I want people to take car of themselves so that they don't leave their loved ones too early. So I give Valentine's Day cards. I give Shoebox greeting cards from Hallmark. They're expensive, but they are the funniest cards going. Anyway, I think people enjoy them. Happy Valentine's Day.

Well, I've made it to the gym two days in a row. I set up two more personal training sessions—one for next Monday and one for the following Monday. I'm going to get back into working out, even if it kills me.

I was working out on an elliptical this morning, not paying much attention to the heart rate monitor, when I look down and it says 175. I'm thinking, "That cannot possibly be right." So I took my hands off of the handles and wiped them. Grabbed them again, and the new reading was 131. OK. So I know that my heart rate didn't drop that fast in a matter of five seconds. But it scared the pee out of me for a minute—well, not literally. The monitor obviously doesn't work when your palms are sweaty. I think I would know if I were experiencing tachycardia. But you never know.

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Well, I have a lot to do today. I am hoping that I'll be writing that I made to the gym again tomorrow.

I'm feeling much better today. And I don't feel as bloated. I didn't weigh myself, so I don't know if I lost anything.

I have a personal training session on Monday. I'm hoping that will get me back on track. I've been floundering for a while now.

I don't have a lot to say. I've sick for so long, I haven't done anything worth talking about. I will be glad when this winter is over. I've been so sick this year. I looked back through my posts, and I couldn't believe how many times I talked about being sick. So I've had enough. The weather is supposed to be better this weekend.

OK. I'm hoping to have more to tell next week.

I'm such a worrier. The EPA teleconference went fine. Just a few minor changes to the proposal overall—a little more detail here and there. I don't know why I always feel like something terrible is going to happen. I guess maybe if I prepare myself for the worst, I won't feel so bad when and if it does happen.

Once again this morning, I had a private aerobics class. This appears to be a trend. But it was OK. I can really feel my age when I'm the only one exercising—the pressure's on you know. It's like having a personal training session every other day. But it's kind of hard to slack when you're the only one in class, too.