Bathing suit confessions (aka: horror stories)

Oh the HORROR.  This is what I looked like going to water aerobics.  I look like I am ready to deliver a baby.  Which would be good- except I AM NOT.  I wish I were, but I'm not.

And that extra skin below my chin.  Yeah, that need to go.

And the bat wings-- which I've never notice, but how could I miss?

Never fear, water aerobics was a good thing.  Enjoyed it, my arms ached, and my legs felt it.  I will go out in public again wearing this suit.  I was worried, as always, that I would be the biggest person.  And I was one of them.. but I was there.  Exercising. 

That's what counts!

Biking- gears suck

Well, they don't really. But I have never used them. Yesterday, I *NEEDED* them.

It all started out with me wanting to spend the day letterboxing. There were a couple that were bike friendly (so I thought) and the plan was to go back there without bikes. I deemed yesterday, the day.

My husband tried to tell me how to switch gears- what a doozy of a time I had getting up even the littlest hill. He gave up, I got on his bike and did fine. He fixed mine, it was AWFUL!

After about 45 minutes of fighting with my bike I turned around, and he followed not so far behind. I was angry with myself-- I know in part it was because of how out of shape I am. But my study this evening will be on how to work gears. I saw some people doing it and there was no effort at all.

Next adventure: cracking the code of gears!!

Quick stab in the balloon of moto

All day I was working hard. Getting steps in, made up a training plan, printed plan, kept a calorie count... prepared myself for my exercise video I would do when Mr. & N-kid go to hunter's safety.

Then I came home.

Mr. was laid off.
Again.
2nd time in less than a year.
He's only been back full time since right before Christmas.

AAArrrrggghhhh.

I want to eat, lay in bed and cry. The girl scout cookie orders all came in today (3 girls from work, ordered from all 3. Plans were to freeze most.) and I want them. All.

Stress-eater is coming out. I will fight, but my money-fight-i-ness is almost gone. We could very well not pull out of this one... we've exhausted everything we had last time... and we did it. I don't know how much more we can float and paddle.

The envelope for registration for the last post... is on hold on Frida (our fridge.) I'm so bummed at that too....