hit the wall

It's almost Easter. Hallelujah, indeeeeed!

You may remember that I committed to exercising every day of Lent.

Every. Day.

(Yes, even on Sundays.)

And I've kept this little Lenten discipline up. I've missed a day or two, to scheduling or feeling under the weather, but have made up the workouts in the same week. And I signed up for this, so that I would have a little extra incentive, even though it means that I have more devoirs to complete. Ellipticals and skate machines, yoga, pilates, Bosu class, jogs around the neighborhood...hundreds of push-ups, sit-ups and squats.

Oh, and I've cut waaaaay back on hooch. Like, a glass of wine once a week rather than once an evening cut back.

Since February 17. Five weeks. 36 Days.

I have to be honest...I feel pretty good. I've not lost any poundage, but that wasn't really the goal. (Lord help me when that does become the case. I'm just not wired for that!) It was more about respecting my body and being more thoughtful about the choices I was making. (And, of course, it's saving me a buttload on my weekly wino budget!) It's helping me to figure out why my stomach is so often not my friend.

And so I'm considering making this less of a discipline, and more of a lifestyle.

But before that? I'd like to take a few days off from working out. And, quite frankly, I'd like to get 100% soused.

12 days left. Less than two weeks. I can do it, right?


My five:
  1. Singers in the building. Yay!
  2. Watching hubs and the dog wrassle.
  3. Sundresses.
  4. Sun.
  5. Figuring things out.
    Oh, by the way I've signed up for this and this and this. Won't you join me? I'm slow as molasses, I promise.


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