Well ain’t that something….
It has been a looooooonnnnnngggggggg week. I am very tired!
I would have considered this a crappy week if it hadn’t been for two very cool things. Well, one cool and one ridiculous thing.
Labor day threw my schedule off. Gym wasn’t open and it is hard to plan to have a redo week when the first day doesn’t cooperate. I still thought I would work out at home. Go for a run outside. Walk the dog. I didn’t do any of it. All in all I had an awful week for exercise. I am going downhill fast and have to get things turned back around before I find myself back to where I started with my running shoes collecting dust.
It is so easy to let life get in the way and even if I find some time that I could work out, I am so worn out from taking kids to all their activities, cooking, cleaning, working etc. that I have very little desire to do anything but sit for just a minute and breathe. Why does Fall bring on such crazy schedules?
Tuesdays I spend in the next town for work and then rush home to get kids where they need to be. Since I have not mastered getting up at 5 to workout, I really have no hope of getting a workout in on that day. I was walking through the lobby to the cafe area to find a quiet table to think and just feeling all around like a slug when one of my coworkers came by and in passing said, “You’ve inspired me!” “What?” She said, “I am running. I am not fast at all, but I am running because of you.”
I have always wanted to be that lady on the cover of the magazines with the headline- Kris lost 123 lbs. You can too! I always have to peak in those magazines and see how they did it. Looking for inspiration, kind of hoping that they did it by finding some rare Amazonian rain forest plant that you bake into cookies and all you have to do is eat them. That never happens, but I do think if they can do it, why not me?
It was a very weird feeling that I got someone moving. Maybe the reflection I catch in the store windows isn’t as bad as I think if how my body is changing makes someone else want to know how/what I am doing. It is still surreal thinking about it now.
The other thing just makes me look like a dork. during my rare gym visit this past week a young man got on the treadmill next to me. He had tried to talk to me, I guess, but I had my headphones in and having been with my husband for 12 years and it being nearly a decade since being hit on, I thought nothing of it when I finished and he asked if I was leaving. While doing a circuit on the weight machines he popped up again. I thought he was waiting for the machine I was on. When he said something to me again, (headphones still in) I just assumed if he was asking if I was done. Motioning to the machine, “Yeah, it’s all yours.” He just stood there and gave me a funny look. I went to the next machine and he went to the one I was just on and did one set and then wondered around a bit. On the third machine he tried talking to me again. Headphones still, I think he is asking how to adjust the machine. That’s happened before, granted they have been senior citizens who were asking, but still. Another weird look from him as I go on with my routine.
Now apparently there were two older ladies who had been watching this whole exchange. Older women who are really there to just gossip not really work. I call them the cluckers, hens in the yard. One of the ladies stops me and asks what I am doing?
I have not been able to take my rings off in a long time beacause of my weight and beacause of that my engagement ring is bent, caused by lifting wieghts while wearing it. I can take them off now and for the first time left it home and only wore my white gold, plain very skinny wedding band.
The hen tells me that they think the gentleman likes me and I have been flirting back all wrong! “Your young, you should talk to him.” I have been completely clueless! I point out that I am married to which the friend tells me I need a bigger ring. LOL! That gave my hubby a chuckle when I texted him that observation later.
He tried to talk to me again, even got a cheesy pick up line! Asked if I needed a spot. I told him it was sweet but I’m taken to which he said he wouldn’t let me go to the gym alone if he were my man. Do guys really say stuff like that and have it work? The hens just laughed at me as I walked by.
My husband just laughed as well. I had no idea what was going on! No wonder he gave me such queer looks!
Okay, it did give me a little boost in confidence…………
My week is going to have no relief in busyness as we now add flag football practice for my 4-year-old.
Gym. Me. Morning. Priority!!!
Good luck everybody!