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Yesterday I tweeted:
. I’m sorry. I’m back. I’m tracking again as of today. Died on the scale this morning. Still love me? #FB
I do not know what it’s like to forget to eat. I do not know what it’s like to be full after half a sandwich. Who are these people and what planet are they from?
I do know how to cook and I love to prepare meals for my family and have leftovers for lunch that make people wish I had brought enough for them. I do. It’s one of my things. That’s why I do well on Weight Watchers when I get with the program. Since I was sick for nearly five weeks with an upper respiratory infection at the beginning of the year, I had been off the program. When you cannot stop coughing, when you cannot stop blowing your nose, when you can hardly breathe, you cannot work out. My 65-minute elliptical sessions were worth a whopping 14 points for my day. That was half of my allotment before exercising. So if I worked out for all that time, as hard as I do, I’d be getting my daily 29 points plus 14 for my exercising.
So last night my husband said to me, “Welcome back!”
I didn’t know what he was talking about. So he reminded me of my tweet: “Welcome back to Weight Watchers and counting your points!”
Until that moment, which was about 9:20 last night, I had seriously been considering not waking up at 3:30 a.m. this morning to go to 24-Hour Fitness Hawaii Kai. Last week I slept in until 4:30 a.m., not once getting up early to go to the gym. I was starting to like sleeping in that late! But once John said that to me, it flipped a switch of commitment, obligation and desire. I love how I feel when I’ve worked out, I love how I feel when my pants fit. I love how I feel when my arms and belly aren’t doing the blubber bounce at any given moment.
Today I was talking with my colleague Anna who has a rotary cuff injury and will be getting surgery for it. I wanted to talk to her about it because ever since I fell in the dark one morning trying to get out of the house last November, I’ve had a sore left arm. The other night when I went to swim laps, I dragged that arm out of the water to make my strokes. It was sore! My pain is in my bicep. Anna told me her pain is mostly at her shoulder. I have a doctor appointment late Wednesday, so I’ll find out what is going on with me. I surely want to heal, and I want to do it without surgery if at all possible. I haven’t surfed or done my stand-up paddle boarding all this time because I’m worried that the motions necessary will cause more damage. And I’d hate to be blown out to sea on my SUP and not able to get back because I’ve only got one arm. I’ll be going around in circles and the sharks will be circling me.
No matter what I write, I want to enjoy myself. This was a little on the light side. Rarely do I get people trying to smack me down for pulling a Lavagal Lite.