Day 10 (Thinking Like a Sailor)

It seems like I have been at this forever and it's only been 10 days. When I had my sweats on, I looked at myself in the mirror and thought...."I should be bloated and fatter. I look pretty much the same as I did last week. Maybe I am making progress." I was kind of happy until I put on my jeans and they said, "No, Vickie. You're still bloated. All this exercising has done nothing but suck the oxygen from your brain to all of your sore muscles causing the illusion of progress. It is a mirage." I'm kidding really---maybe all this exercising has made me look at myself in a new light. I have been capable of more than I thought I was, but this is a lot of hard work and I'm thinking of lowering my standards to just being in better shape and if I lose 30 lbs (which would make me within average standards according to some charts. Currently, there are a few saying I’m obese.) great, if not---I can live with that.

Any way---I didn’t get up at 4:30, I got up at 5:30. I am not sure if that was because I knew today wasn’t rest day or because I was sooo tired from getting up a 4:30am and going to bed at 11:30pm yesterday. I’m thinking it’s the former. :-) When I realized it was that late I thought, “Oh man! Now, I’m going to have to have to do those stinkin' jumping jacks because I don’t have time to replace them with a walk.” I thought seriously about skipping the whole thing, but knowing I had to face you guys gave me enough incentive to get myself out of bed. I went to my work out sheet of the day and noticed that it had jumping jacks after every two sets of exercises again. I am still only doing 3 sets of 30 instead of 3 one minute sets. I then counted how many times it said to do this…..5 times!!!! I then do the math (I can’t help myself)…5 times of 3 sets of 30…..3 times 30 is 90….5 times 90 is 450!!!! “I AM NOT DOING 450 #&%$% JUMPING JACKS!” I think to myself. I don’t actually cuss like a sailor out loud any more, I’m a pastor’s wife and mother of three now. However, these jumping jacks have me thinking like a sailor these days sometimes. (To all you sailors out there, please know that both my Dad and my husband retired from the navy. This is just an expression. I've been around sailors with clean mouths and civilians with filthy mouths.) Any ways, I got though the routine and did all but Russian twists (a more tortuous form of sit ups) and the last 90 jumping jacks because I needed to get ready for work. (and no, I AM not planning to do them when I get home.)

The funniest thing is the way that guys at work are trying to help me---I had an offer to shop for Jumping jacks proof bras last night and today when I came into work there were weights that were under 10lbs, but over 14 ½ oz cans of triple succotash (that I had to resort to using again today….why my husband bought those vegetables, I’ll never know….I’m sure they’ll be there to use for weights the next time the need arises because NOBODY”S going to eat them.) I love those guys!!!! (I’m still hormonal---feel free to ignore that last outburst.)