Two Days In!

Dear Supportive Blog-Friends,

I am two days into my 2-pounds in a week mini-challenge. And, I wanted to let you know, because I know you are counting on me, I am rocking it. Not to brag...okay, to brag, but I have been very good to myself both Monday and Tuesday, and I feel fabulous.

On Monday, I took the dog for a half-an-hour dog-jog (there is a lot of walking breakies and stops to sniff). Then, I went to the Y with Lexi and lifted weights. I worked at the store in the afternoon, which got me off my butt, and I ate super-healthy for lunch and dinner. I even bi-passed beer:30 and Bosnian pizza at the shop, which is hard to do.

On Tuesday, I took the dog for an even longer dog-jog, about an hour. Then, I rode my bike to the Walnut Creek YMCA for H.E.A.T. class.* Which was hard and awesome. I tried to roll out my tight hamstring on the foam roller. Then, I rode my bike home. In the evening, I met my friend Jessica for a cocktail, but I had a club soda.

I went to "ride your bike to yoga" night at Grassroots Yoga (free if you ride your bike) with my friend Paige, then Paige and I met our boyfriends for dinner at Saints. Again, I bi-passed my normal several beers*, and instead had a super-yummy salad with coconut chicken, avocado and a hard-boiled egg. Then, off to bed.















[Check out my Bike-to-Yoga bag, complete with yoga mat. I had actually biked to yoga with the mat AND my full-size bike pump to fill up Paige's tires.]

I've been counting those calories, focusing on the veggies and lean protein, and trying to keep myself moving, despite the necessity to log in some serious computer time before the semester starts. And, I feel like a million bucks! I forgot how good it feels to be nice to my body, rather than punishing it with workouts after nights of cheeseburgers and whiskey.

Today, I took the dog on a long walk. It's really the only way to keep her from driving me nuts while I am trying to work. I am going to meet Gwyn for some one-on-one training this afternoon at 12:30, and of course, I will ride my bike to and fro. This afternoon and evening, there's going to be some sort of bike-yoga combination. And, if I'm lucky, I can talk the White Tiger into making turkey burgers.

So, in conclusion, I want to say two things. 1) Go me! 2) Thanks for your support, especially Martha and H-Bomb. I want to "win" this one in your honor.

Love, love, love,
Lauren

*Just so everyone knows, Saints charged me 2 bucks a pop for that club soda. It was free at A.K.s. Also, why don't you get free refills on club soda, like you do on pop?

**H.E.A.T. class is populated mainly by super-fit mommy triathletes. These women are freakishly fit. Few men venture into the pit of despair that is Gwyn's H.E.A.T. class. They watch from the weight room windows, cowering in fear. Occasionally, an old guy/former marine runner will join in. He makes a fabulous "hut, hut, hut" yell when he is doing is puddle jumps.

Yesterday, though, a guy joined us. He seemed to be some sort of youth counselor dude, because with him were a few teenage gals that looked a bit "troubled." Like everyone in that class, they were suffering. After class, the guy started yelling about all the "woman power" and how everyone was on his "list." He was going to get everyone back for punishing him during the workout. He put Gwyn on his list and half the mommy triathletes. He was joking, of course.

While he was ranting, I was sitting on the floor texting and trying to regain some composure. He came up to me, and said, "and you, you're on my list too. You've got that 'I'm not going to be last' spirit." Gwyn, who was with me, and I had a laugh. Remember how sometimes I can be tough?

There's a poster in the Walnut Creek YMCA track that says, "no matter how slow you go, you're lapping everyone on the couch." I told Lexi about the quote, and she said, "I think, no matter how slow I go, I am lapping myself when I am on the couch." That's my mantra. Couch-sitters and me as a couch-sitter, you are going down!