Time to train

I’ve hit the wall; I knew it would happen. Those who are familiar with weight lose fear that point in their health regimes where the weight clings to our bodies like a toddler who’s just seen a mascot.

My home scale clocks me at a loss of approximately 15 pounds. Don’t get me wrong; I’m happy to be rid of them; my shorts are too- there’s only so far elastic can stretch. This doesn’t mean I finished.

Excuses are just that – excuses; but this weekend offered a few real life set- backs that don’t seem to be found on the set of The Biggest Loser.

A good friend of mine turned 50 and had a wonderful get together with all sorts of goodies; including my nemeses – wine and bread- like foods. As I avoided the carbohydrates, people were really kind. I came home with a few recipes to try. Still, it’s difficult to write down ingredients when you’re drooling over cabbage rolls and cake. Thankfully, one recipe included just three items which involved Laughing Cow cheese – even I couldn’t forget that one.

Saturday was a work out write off. Family obligations filled the day.

However, Sunday was different. Indulgence wasn’t the roadblock – a unique experience thwarted progress. My twin girls were cast as extras for the movie Faces in the Crowd with Mila Jovovich (a name that seems to give some as much difficulty pronouncing as does the Icelandic volcano Eyjafjallajokull). You’ve likely read a thing or two about the plot of the thriller; it involves face blindness, which is a real disorder that prevents people from recognizing the discernable differences between individuals’ faces. Because my girls are younger than 15 years old, a guardian was required on set for the entire day. If you’ve seen Jovovich, then you know why I quickly volunteered to serve as guardian before my husband got the chance to.

It was a great experience for the girls, they really enjoyed the day. However, it did not serve my program well. Much of extra work involves patience; you wait for hours, but are expected to whip into action when called. Guardians, however, aren’t required to whip into any form of action – they sit.

I had expected to return home around eight or nine; I was going to take Bella on her walk thereafter. We stepped in the door around ten in the evening. All of us were zonked. It was the first time I wasn’t forced to nag my girls to put out the light (if any directors are reading this, I’d like my twins to work more often – just to get them to sleep without a fight).

Unfortunately, despite the huge lunch and various snacks provided, I couldn’t eat much of what they offered. On the drive home I was tempted to snack on my purse. Seconds after I walked in the door, I consumed about 500 calories worth of food. It’s the worst time of the day to eat, I know; but I had work to finish that evening, and the growls from my stomach could have awakened people sleeping in Florida.

Last weekend is an example of why this is the perfect time to start the next phase of my regime. Tuesday, I’m scheduled to begin with GoodLife Fitness personal trainer, Silvio Fava. He’s promised to put me through the wringer. I’m nervous. If he does what he’s threatened, I suspect he’s going to make me wish I had a twin with whom I could switch places. Wish me luck!

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