Friday I leave 'on a jet plane' to fly down to see my sweety who has been 'parent sitting' for two weeks while his Dad is in the hospital. I'll be "Down South" until Monday.
This means 1) I can't do Friday night's upper body workout because - well, I'll be on the plane.

Saturday's run I can do at the park, but I also won't be able to do Monday's Lower Body workout because - well - I'll be on a plane again.

So, today - like a True Committed BFL Acolyte I called my fiance and asked him if he would pleeeeeeeeease please please please find out if there were any nearby gyms so I could get my workout done.

I think he was a little suprised but he hapily did the research for me and found a 24 hour fitness just down the road!

So, Friday's Upper body workout will be done Saturday... Saturday's run will be Sunday and Monday I'll do my Legs in the morning at the gym!

I uploaded a photo that I think explains why I was dreading my HIIT tonight. I just KNEW it was going to HURT. It did. Not as much as I expected, but more then I had hoped. It was hard. Not just because of the pain. I think the heat and slight dehydration (or maybe...hmm.. lack of exercise) was effecting me. I just couldn't seem to stay 'on top'. I kept getting a cramp in my right shin (a chronic problem). And my legs felt like lead. I kept pushing though, even though sometimes it felt like I couldn't 'go through the motions' one more time. On the last interval I was out of gas. But I did it anyway - I had to just burry myself in the one place that was not tired and hurt... my heart. I stayed there and focused on the kernel of desire and hope... and made it!
Now I'm going to shower - thank you.

I posted today about my 'unexplained' gains in upper body strength - then, while walking to the ferry this evening, I had an epiphiny. I walk .6 miles from the ferry to work (and back) everyday. I carry a bag with me that I pack with books, magazines notepads and my lunch. Because I was having some shoulder issues, I quit carrying the bag with a strap over my shoulder, but instead carry it by the handle with my hand. Right hand to work in the morning, left hand to the ferry at night. Tonight when I got home I weighed the bag (a bit lighter because my lunches were gone) and it, together with my purse, weigh 12 lbs!
I think I'm going to go flex in the mirror now!

Note to self:

When taking dieter's tea and the package says to drink 1/2 a cup each day - only drink 1/2 a cup each day.

Talk about a cleansing moment!

Why I believe I'm an Mesomorph trapped in an Endomorph's body.
or:

Are you REALLY sure that's all you can do?

or maybe

Rest is Good?

Last night I did my third Upperbody workout this MONTH. That's right, this month. The last one I did was on 7/13.

So, last night I pulled out my log and started my workout. Of course chest is first and I glance at my log. Maybe because I didn't have my glasses on, but I thought my log said I needed to raise my weights this time on both the press and the Flye. So I do my chest workout and then go to log to write it down. That's when I notice that my last workout said that I hit a 10 on chest the time before. And yet, I just added five pounds to both excercises and finished all my sets!

Not only that, but Shoulders and Bis, both of which I had marked as 10's last workout (and I used the same weight for) ended up being more like a 9.5.

I'm not really sure what was going on. Maybe I gain strength quickly and that was assisted by the extended rest, maybe I missjudged my 'limit' the time before, or maybe it was a combination of all that.

I just know that I was pretty proud of myself at the end of it all.

Since I've been working really hard on my focus and doing a lot of self motivation, I thought I would share some more of the motivational tools I'm using. Here's another 'self-talk' from the book "The Thin Commandments" -----------------
today, I will stay focused on what is essential, and I will not waste my time on what is nonessential. I have flipped the switch that turns off the thoughts of deprivation in my head. I've seen it all and tasted it all in the world of food. I can succeed at being trim. Each time I say. 'no, thank you.' I say, 'yes' to being fit and successful. Only the the fit say "No, thank you." To be in control is empowering. To have the power to say, "no, thank you." to that which has destroyed my figure and control again and again is liberating. I don't need to look at it, think about it or taste it. I've had enough for three lifetimes.

My first 24 hour challenge was a success!

Yeah, I'm taking it one day at a time. Yesterday I had all my meals packed. I ate them on time and I did my upper body workout. All as planned and on plan - woo hoo!

My weight has been 205.5 for two days in a row so that means that it's going to stay! yay! Now I just need to figure out how to run with this NASTY sunburn.