Week 1 Weigh In

Though I did my official weigh in yesterday, I did not post about it. I could make some really good excuse like my house was hit by a freak monsoon and I sustained a concusion in an effort to save my shoe collection or Simon Cowell phoned and asked me to be a guest judge on this year's American Idol, even though I'm not American (of course neither is he), therby sending me into a twitter about what I would wear...but alas, neither of those things happened, I was just lazy folks.

Three pounds down. Last week I weighed in at 174.5 this week the scales shouted, "Hey bitch, you're 171.5, having said that you're also PMS'ing and your stomach looks as though you're about to give birth to triplets, banner day to wear black girl".  Yeah the pounding headache and cramps that make me want to rip my uterus out weren't enough of an indication about the PMS, thanks scales.

I'll take the three pounds.

I rocked the gym this week. I was pleasantly surprised at how easy it was to get back into it. Day two on the treadmill and my muscles were crying, "Oh damn this hurts, but we remember what it is to move, and we like it, we like moving". My knees were not liking the memory as much. That 10k this fall may just be a pipe dream of mine if my knees don't cooperate. I'm hoping once I get some more weight off I'll stop feeling as though a hot branding iron is being driven into my kneecaps when running. Yes people, I ran. It was not far, it was not fast and you can bet your sweet ass it was not pretty....but I ran. So four evenings at the gym, a combination of cardio and weight workouts and I'm feeling pretty good about that.

The food thing. While I didn't gorge on anything bad I didn't eat great either. My biggest problem is forgetting to eat. In my rush to get out the door in the morning I generally do not eat breakfast, lunch happens if I don't have something more important going on and by dinner time I'm so damn hungry I just pull a stool up to the fridge and sit there until bedtime. I KNOW this is my downfall. The fluid intake could have been higher also.

So my goal this week is to eat brekkie each morning. Considering I flew out the door this morning with a hair roller still in the back of my head, without eating, spent twenty minutes scraping 3 inches of ice off of my windshield, then had to defrost my nose hairs when I got in the car, thereby making me 15 minutes late for work, yeah this goal is just working out fucking great. I hate PMS. PMS should die.

I firmly believe elective hysterectomy's should be an option for woman over 35. I don't want the damn uterus anyway, it has served it's purpose and I'm done with it.

I'm looking at my computer monitor and I want to hit it. This is what PMS does to me. I want to hit my computer monitor. No, it hasn't done anything to offend or upset.....I just want to hit something and it seems like a good candidate.

Deep breath.

You know what makes PMS better? Food. Oh but wait, I can't do that can I? Oh because that's not making me cranky AT ALL! Damn you Zgirl.

I can't wait to see how everyone has done. Some have posted already and everyone seems to be doing so well. I'm so proud of you guys. (This is me being encouranging when really I just want to blow up the world).

Calgon take me away.

The Dual Mom you all know and love will be back tomorrow. Until than, keep warm, stay safe and play nice with others.