I've noticed that I've gone from posting every day to every-other-day. That kind of saddens me. I think the lack of posts goes along with my lack of weightloss though. The scale isn't moving. I haven't gained back the approx. 10 pounds that I've taken off, but I sure haven't added to that number either. It is disheartening in a way.
My boyfriend keeps telling me, "if you've stopped losing, you have to (1) burn more calories or (2) eat fewer calories. Well, needless to say after all our time together, he knows that option 2 isn't really going to work for me. I actually struggle to get 1200 calories in a day. I don't generally eat when I get bored, instead, I grab a book (yay for trashy-romance novels!! Nora Roberts, you are my hero! *giggles*) and don't eat for an entire day. I know, not healthy, but food seems like a major nusicance when you are only cooking for yourself. I've really been working on hitting 1200 calories a day though because actually eating more is what got rid of those initial 10 pounds. Now that I have that part of the "weightloss journey" almost nailed down, I guess it is time to start getting serious about burning some calories.
So, for the past couple of weeks, I've been trying to get my b/f to come down and show me how to work out at the gym. LoL. I briefly worked out in a gym before, but he literally tailored the workout for me. He told me what machine to use, when to use it, and how many reps to do. He was my own personal trainer! Of course, I got in trouble and quite a few fights started because we have different workout philosophies. So different in fact, I was actually banned from working out with his mom (on the few occasions she worked out at home with us). That is basically because I figure a constant stream of good giggles makes the aches and pains of the work out much less noticable. The boyfriend, on the other hand, is a very serious person when he steps into the gym. Hehe. So, working out together might not be too good of an idea on a daily basis...but I would really love for him to show me around this new gym AND make sure I'm using all the machines right. Because honestly, just going off the little pictures printed on the side of the machine, that is dangerous!! I hurt myself trying to chew gum and walk at the same time! How can I be expected to operate those strange torture devices?!?!?!?
I've got a funeral to go to on Friday or Saturday. I have really mixed feelings about going to the service. I actually met this family member, and I do remember her, but there was no deep connection between us. The mixed feelings actually come from the fact that my dad called me today and said, "there will be a funeral you need to go to this week" Now, I come from a large family. I have lots of siblings, but somewhere along the line my parents have chosen me as the "family ambassador" That means, if there is a funeral, I'm nominated to go (with one of my parents). If there is a family "emergency" I'm the one that is supposed to talk to the rest of the family to let them know what is going on. If someone needs a babysitter or a ride, it is almost always "Oh, VegasGirl can do it for you. I'm sure she won't mind" Now, in some ways I look at this as an honor. Truethfully, most of my siblings don't chat with eachother more than on holidays and I generally talk with everyone at least once or twice a month. I've really worked to open up those relationships, so I can understand why I am chosen to go out to represent the family. BUT --always a but =0) -- in other ways it is a major inconvenience. I had plans for this Friday. My boyfriend took off of work this Friday, so this won't only be ruining my plans. *sigh* I know I'm being ungrateful and selfish. I'm not the person that died. (always a plus!) But darn it!! I hate the fact that I will be the family member there this Friday and that it is expected of me. I think that is the part that I hate the most. It is expected whereas I am sure none of my other siblings have even been informed. I have fond memories of this aunt, but I haven't seen her for at least 10 years, probably 15.
I don't know when my next post will be. Sorry for those of you that stop by on a daily basis. I'll try to make 100% sure I post next Monday. **hugs** Until then!