Day 4I'm still alive, and let me tell you this. If I haven't lost any weight this week - I'm going to be mad. I realize its more about being healthy - but for me it is also about the decrease in poundage and the super cute madras skirt from JCrew's spring line that I'd like to be wearing in a few months. If there is no change on the scale (or dare I say an addition of lbs) - somebody is going to get a serious talking to - and that person is me.
I realize I've skipped ahead here - so let me take you back to Day 2 - or Day I Thought I Would Die day. Took the tennis rackets with us on our walk...you know just in case we felt like catching a quick match in the middle of our walking workout. After days of no one being there, of course there are now people on the court. And not just people I might add. People who know how to actually play tennis.
After begging Eddie for us to just keep walking - we end up on the court next to them. We - two people - who haven't played tennis in years - other than that day I played on the Wii - but that doesn't count. Let me just go ahead and be honest. I was already tired from the walk. Combine that with the stress of playing in front of two semi professionals on the court next to us and you have one really exhausted (physically and mentally) girl. After chasing many, many, many balls I actually managed to make contact in what I imagined would be a sweet backhand.
Needless to say my sweet backhand soared right into Venus and Serena's court (MID GAME). I really thought that Eddie would let us go home - but no - we had to keep playing. Now I've moved from stressed and tired to completely nauseous and embarrassed. Nauseous and embarrassed usually leads to throwing up for me. After maybe ten more grueling minutes of watching ball after ball soar past me and bending over and picking up ball after ball that soared past me Eddie finally gave in and let us go home.Oh guess what? We walked to the park. That meant there is no car to drive us home. Great - I'm practically to the point of passing out from the heat and exercise (seriously I'm out of shape - no kidding) and here we have to walk home. By some miracle of God I made it back to the house - where I went straight to the bathroom in the hopes of getting a shower before I passed out for the evening. I could barely move my legs - they felt like jello. I managed to lift my arms enough to wash and somewhat rinse out my hair before just giving up.
Day 2 was going to be the end. Especially when I woke up on Day 3 and couldn't move any of my extremities. Luckily God heard my cries and made it rain yesterday afternoon, which gave my sore, aching muscles and the blisters on my heels (from those so cute shoes) some time to heal.Day 4 was pretty good. Less being hungry - more feeling like I wouldn't pass out from exercise. So I won't quit afterall (yet).
But PS if anyone has some good dessert recipes that are low cal/low fat and don't taste like they are low cal/low fat - please send them my way. Sweets are my weakness!







