Yeah. This is for this week, and last week, and I think the one before, too.
Continuing to do Monday’s BGTT class, which is awesome, and I sure hope it continues in the summer.
Wednesday Pilates continues as well; I think I missed one (last week?) because of Mark having other commitments. Yesterday, though? Totally made up for it. It seemed we did twice as much, twice as fast, because there were no rests between poses. I was sweaty. I drank all my water. And I felt it the next day. There were some poses where I learned something about the form and felt more work, too. My abs are pitiful — I still can’t do a roll-up without grabbing my legs, I can’t balance on my back in the seal, and I can’t do a roll-over at all. And you’d laugh at my push-ups. But we’re getting there.
The locker room has a scale and I’ve visited it a few times. The first time, my weight was five pounds less than the last time I was on a scale, but I think that may have been around Christmas, and it was a different scale, so who knows. But the second time, my weight was a pound less than the first time. I feel a little silly that I care, but it is nice to see something quantifiable. Maybe I can permit myself to enjoy it when there’s a loss or maintaining, and allow myself to disregard it when there’s a small gain. I’m still glad I don’t own a scale.
Fridays I haven’t done anything for a while. My dulcimer student has been rescheduled for the afternoons. I might try to get in the habit of taking a bike ride after her lesson. We’ll see.
I’m back to the two-desserts-a-week rule, except tonight I had two cookies despite birthday cake and ice cream on Sunday night and ice cream with bananas another night. Eh.