I'm still super tired, but I'm really gonna try and get back on the wagon. I think I'm gonna x stretch tomorrow and try to get some cardioX in for the rest of the week. I'd like to do more, but I'm still very weak. I'm gonna take it one day at a time. I really want to be ready to Bring It on Monday so I think it best to take it easy til then.
Sunday before the plague hit my happy home, I did KenpoX and 1/2 of YogaX.. Then I took the big girl to go get gym clothes because her shorts were too short. We walked to the nearest big box store and back (about a 2 mile RT) I kicked p90x's behind, I fit into a shirt I couldn't fit into when I bought it 2 months ago, and I took the kids for a walk! Then I stood in the dressing room and saw this.
It was not a good moment for my ego.. Ok there's not really anything else to say about that.. But this is all about accountability so there ya have it.
We came home, Lila was crankier than normal and I figured she was just hot from the walk. It was in the mid 80s and I wore her the whole way home. We played outside in the pool and she was happier so I didn't think much of it til I started feeling bad. (I'm a terrible mom!) That's when I realized she wasn't hot from babywearing, and cranky from being sleepy... she's sick!
Monday morning we headed straight to urgent care. Her Dr does walk-ins but it's difficult to get everyone in and this was just easier. Lila and I tested positive for the flu (yay!) we didn't bother testing Reya since she was pretty much over it. Hers has become a lovely secondary infection. But in better news my blood pressure is pretty damn good! Not good for someone my size, just good! 110/60 I was proud.
I've been lamenting about the scale not moving, but I'm trying to be a better sport about it. No, the numbers haven't changed in a while, but other things have. I have another pair of jeans that are officially too big for me.. Like out of the dryer "too big for me" not "too big at the end of the day, but they're fine for now" It's a small victory, but I like it. I'm only 5-8lbs lighter than I was when I got them. So, little change on the scale, big change in the clothes. (ok, this one sounds lame before I even type it, but whatever) My wrist bone is sticking out. Go ahead.. laugh, but only for a second. The point is that my wrist is dramatically smaller.. Which lead me to look at my forearm. Also much smaller than it used to be. I quit looking there. I'm 97% sure that all of that fat has migrated to my upper arms.
I was 250 and a size 22W when I got pregnant with Reya. After my pregnancy I lost the baby weight, but was still in a 24W jeans. Now I have a pair of 22W jeans that are too big, The jeans in the pic up there are 20W. I'm pretty sure it was middle school last time I was in that size. I'm gaining muscle, and losing mass even if the scale isn't changing.