I've been logging in my food to MyFitnessPal for 70 days! It's a constant thought - calories, exercise, calories, exercise. Maybe I'm thinking about it too much. Renae the zumba goddess says women are like candles when we exercise. We burn at both ends and lose the middle wax last. I seriously need to calm my mind and wait for the melt. In between the obsessive calorie and exercise thoughts, Warrior Dash thoughts are playing in there too! It's 223 days away now, and I need to chill.
We went to the pool again today. We met Grace Kelly and her little one there. I picked up water weights and tried to work my arms as much as I could and treaded water while the diving boards were being utilized by my little mermaid. Although I don't feel like I've been getting a really good workout on Sundays, I'm really enjoying them. As a bonus, by going to the pool instead of the weight room, I earn the "best mom ever" title. This is especially good since I'll be in the dog house with her tomorrow when I leave for women's group. It's nice to have a small moment of glory.
My neighbor got a new pair of running shoes, so I tried to convince her to break them in tonight. That didn't work, and my other neighbor had laundry. Curses laundry!! So I opted for yoga. I popped in Yoga on the Edge with Sara Ivanhoe and did the sundown workout. Now I feel calm and relaxed, and I'll be heading off to bed.
And I hope I don't dream about calories.