Minor victory of the week: staying on track even with excuses to not stay on track. To rephrase: not letting myself use visitors as an excuse to eat a shitload of pie and stop exercising. I did put the P90 on hold (and feel weak and puny at the moment, I might add - can't wait to start lifting teeny weights again), but I ate reasonable amounts of relatively healthy things and kept up with the c25k. Yesterday I even persuaded Noah to go run with me, since we had helpful baby-watching people around.
That was a bit different from my normal runs, I must say. Aside from the car troubles (nothing like heaving your sweaty self to the car only to find that it is unwilling to carry you home, eh?), it was pretty fun, but quite hard. I ran 25 minutes, which I'd already done once on Friday, but it was a lot harder yesterday, possibly due to the increased heat or maybe to the fact that Voiceover Guy wasn't telling me how much longer I had to go every two minutes. Anyway, having Noah along was rather entertaining. He's in much better shape than I am, but doesn't have the attention span to just jog along for half an hour, so he'd sprint past me, walk until I'd passed him by, sprint some more, etc. He refrained from ass-grabbing for the most part, but, well, he IS a man, you know. Can't expect too much.
Anyway, the past week was a fun break from the norm, but I should be back in my regular routine shortly. Oh, and that number up there? You see that? 4.2 pounds to go until I'm back to my pre-pregnancy weight.
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