I just got back from my first "walk the dogs" cardio since the snow left, which admittedly, was only a week or so ago, so I'm not too far behind.  In the interim, we had a lot of rain.  I was still doing the Curves At Home workout with the Body Flex gym bar (which I still love) and the resistance tubes for strength exercises, plus the exercise ball for crunches and the recumbent bike for the 40 seconds of cardio in between sets.  Then we started doing the floors and I was doing so much lifting and toting and hauling and working that it seemed to even out.  That has been the case every day until today.  Yesterday, I cleaned the sheds, which was an amazing effort of shifting and lifting and hauling heavy things.  Friday and Saturday we were still in the "putting the house back together" phase, which was a lot of physical work.

When I went through the shed, I found a good many fat clothes and it made me very happy to toss them away without a second thought.  :)

I was surprised by the walk today.  I am judging it to be about 2 miles, but I will clock it off later with the car to be sure I am not fooling myself.  I was able to do a good bit further than my last efforts at dog walking (remember, please, that this is not only walking dogs, but walking them up and down giant mountains) and although my hip joints really started to ache (and my knees, a bit), I was able to keep on going.  It is only about 50 degrees out, so my sweat didn't really hit until I got inside, then I was flooded.  I had to stop 2-3 times during the 3 walks (1 per dog), but not for very long.  Anyway, I feel as though I did my bit for today.  Tomorrow, it will be back to strength training on the Curves plan.

I measured and weighed the day after I thought I stopped my period this month (it was a long one) and I was dismayed to see that nothing had changed.  I weighed and measured exactly the same as last month.  I got over being discouraged and just vowed to work harder this month, cutting back more calories and working out more often.  Then my period started up again and two days later, I weighed 3 pounds less.  I haven't re-measured and probably won't until next month.  I'll see a big change then. 

The two weeks of no pasta, white bread or potatoes was harder than I expected!  I got through it, though and proved I could do it.  I don't know that I'd want to give up any of them forever, but I have let go of the pasta and white sandwich bread and now rarely eat potatoes or nonsandwich white breads.  The two weeks definitely took away any cravings for them and now I just eat them if I have room on my calorie tab and they happen to be offered and I want one (so three factors determine it).

Eric went to visit the neighbors on Saturday (I never really hit it off with them, but Eric did more so and stops in to say hello sometimes) and informed me that the woman who lives there has lost an enormous amount of weight.  *long stare from him*  "She says she did it by running."   *long stare from him*  Me:  "Um, OK, are you trying to make a point."  Him:  "No, I'm just telling you.  She said the mountains take the fat right off of you."  *stare*  *stare back*  Me:  "Well, that's good then."

Last night, we were in the spa talking with Jennifer about what we planted this year and our success thus far.  When I was talking about mine, Eric chimed in with, "I still think you should try running."  I told him I wasn't aware that he wanted me to try running in the first place, much less that he STILL wanted me to try running.  He pointed out that I used to run (yes, on flat-ass Air Force bases with sidewalks).  *stare*  I told him I'd think about it.

I thought about it.  I hate running/jogging.  It hurts my hips and knees and I end up hating every step.  I wish he would stop taking my weight loss so personally.  I think he and I are going to have to have a talk about that.  There is such a fine line between encouraging someone and acting as though you've been cheated and the other person has personally betrayed you if it isn't happening as fast as you think it should.  A few nights before that, he asked me if I'd, "just given up" because I had potatoes at dinner two nights in a row.  Um, no, I just happened to be past the 2 weeks.  Yeah, we gotta talk as soon as I can get him in a decent mood.  Before then, it will be an exercise in futility. 

Back to housecleaning!