I stepped on the scale last Friday for the weekly weigh-in. Not to my surprise, I was at 130 lbs. I was hoping that the kick-butt cardio kickboxing class I took on Wednesday would have made up for the no workout on Tuesday. I was hoping that the run with Holly on Thursday, would erase the pop chips I ate, not once, but twice that day. I was dreaming that the bloating from all that salt I ate, and the monthly cycle we women go through, would magically not matter on Friday. I am sounding like Wimpy ( and certainly feeling like one!) in Popeye cartoons aren't I? ("I'll gladly pay you Tuesday, for a hamburger today.")
Monday of last week started off wonderfully, as always. Expectations were high of myself. Taught my Monday evening Zumba class and salsa'd, cumbia'd, samba'd, hip-hop'd up a sweat and took the heart rate up. Tuesday came around, didn't even imbibe in champagne and cupcakes at Firefox Five Release Day at work. Holding steadfast. Miche called me to say he only had one client that afternoon and that switched my mindset to "stay home" kind of evening with family. No workout. No regrets though - I had such a great time being an audience to the little luvvies' impromptu performances. It was so nice to not rush that evening, to not hurry them up, to just sit on the porch and watch them play, dance, sing. The weather was perfect for just a time for us to "be."
Wednesday found me craving salt, sweet, salt, sweet. One small bag of pop chips. Deliriously and deliciously evil! Bloat and blow up feeling, so quickly. As if the sodium in that bag grew like gremlins in my pooch. Okay, no worries...going to try out Nikki's cardio kickboxing class after work. Cardio off this pop chips party in my belly feeling.
Thursday - that wonderful feeling of DOMs! Soreness on the shoulders, soreness on adductors, soreness on lower back and glutes! Yes! Must mean that I seriously did damage to those pop chips. Hey, why not treat myself and have another one today? Besides, I'm going to be running in the evening, PLUS, it's my first day of the cycle anyway and I'm already retaining water! Uh huh...the kind of thinking that this chomp-chomp queen musters up each time. The run...was so sore from cardio kb that the run was quite sad (but had wonderful company at the run, I must say).
Then Friday rolled in. I was expecting it. The scale would not go the right direction. There it was...back to 130. The opponent was quite gallant about it - reminded me that a pound, during the cycle, is not horrible. I think he's trying to brainwash me so that I'll let my guard down!
Pop chips..I love you, I hate you.
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