Sunday

So my weigh in was disastrous this morning. I don't get it. I got up bright and early and did a six mile walk. I walk every Sunday morning before the weigh in, knowing every little bit helps. Got home, sat for a few and then headed for the shower. And that's when I was 197. Keep in mind there wasn't a single morning last week when I was over 194. I don't get it. I didn't do anything crazy food-wise. My body is punishing me for something and I don't quite know what it is. I was feeling pretty pathetic this afternoon so despite it being 90 degrees out and ultra humid, I went on another 6 miles walk. And then I topped it off with the left over Chocolate Peanut Butter Cookie Dough cheesecake I got last night at Cheesecake Factory. As much as I shouldn't let this get me down, it really has kicked my ass. I've had gains before, but I knew what the reasons were for them. This is out of the blue. I'll be back down in a day or so, so I shouldn't worry. But why did this happen on weigh in day?

Just prior to going out on my walk this morning (around 7am), I was answering a text message from Holly from last night. And then she texted me right back and we shot back and forth until I couldn't walk and text at the same time. So then she called me. My suck ass cell phone isn't very good because about 1/3 of the conversation sounded pretty muffled, but I could make out most of what she was saying. She's having a ball in the Orlandos this weekend. I'm sorry I couldn't go this time. And I want to punch Ken in the throat for constantly bringing up to people that everyone was in Florida this weekend and I refused to go, even though he wanted me to. Wha...? I "refused" to go because I didn't have the money for the trip. I didn't realize that was the definition of "refusing." Whenever I would respond to him that I wasn't going because we didn't have the extra money, he would shut up. He brought it up again last night out at dinner with his friends. I know the difference between being fiscally responsible and living way above our means.

It's hotter than shit here right now. Second straight day of temps in the 90s. Tomorrow is going to be 94, the warmest day yet. It wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't as humid as it is right now. The air is so thick. It made my second walk of the day not so pleasant. I think tomorrow is my first day off from walking in a while.

Oh, speaking of which, I've started to notice some body changes recently. All this walking is paying off. While I haven't seen a reduction in my weight, I have noticed that all my new shorts are getting pretty loose. I'm to the point where if I don't wear a belt with them, they fall down. I just bought these suckers, too. And I'm starting to feel muscles in parts of my legs that I didn't know muscles existed. I'm building more muscle mass and that makes me happy. Oh, and I'm starting to notice bulging veins in my arms. That makes me happy.

I have the air blasting in the bedroom right now. I'm about to go lie down and read in the cool comfort of that room. I probably should get to bed early tonight. I was up really early and walked 12 miles today in between errands and chores. Ken accused me of being crabby (which I am) and taking it out on him (which I'm not, at least consciously).