A few Snippics from my week:
We said goodbye to Jeff Jeff the Ghecko. (THANK YOU GOD.) He's been a good ghecko for the last two years, patiently waiting for his mealworms coated in calcium, and not complaining when a certain teenager neglected to clean his poop corner for weeks on end. Yep, he was a good fella. So we gave him a proper ceremony by the fire pit, tossed him in, and roasted marshmallows over his flaming body. (Okay, maybe not over the body... just in the general vicinity of the body.)
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I signed up for Weight Watchers online. Shit. Hell. Damn. When my fat roll started creeping back as I trained for the marathon, I did some research and found that it's fairly common to gain weight while training for a super long distance like 26.2. (Something about storing sugar, carbs, yada yada yada, blah blah blah.) So I TOTALLY expected to be able to lose those extra SEVEN pounds after I cut my mileage after the race.
Oops. No. Not happening. I apparently need to STOP EATING LIKE I AM TRAINING FOR A MARATHON. (Duh. Duh. Duh.) So two months later, I have come to this realization, as the scale mocks me with a VERY ugly 152 lbs. (This time last year, I was 141. This is where I want to drop the F-bomb, but will refrain as a courtesy to my less sailor-mouthed readers.)
So anyway, hello Weight Watchers. It worked for me years ago, so I'm going for it now. I've got 26 measley points to spend each day, and after doing it for two days, I can totally see why I've put on the extra lbs. I've been consuming a LOT more than I should. There's a quote thingy on Instagram that I just saw. It says, "Working out is easy. The hard part's in the kitchen." Ain't it the truth.
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It's been ~~~COLD~~~ here for the last few days. I mean, like 30's and 40's. And for this Summer-lovin', Southern-born and bred girl, that is MISERABLE. Which is why I look like a pissed off Unibomber heading home from my swim with Sid at the Aquatic Center this past Wednesday.
It SUCKS putting on a swimsuit, and it SUCKS jumping into that 79 degree pool water, and it SUCKS putting on a dry sweatsuit over a wet bathing suit and driving home.
Oh but the full-body-tired-yummy-I-got-a-great-workout feeling I have for the rest of the day is TOTALLY worth it. (In addition to the hour long therapy session Sid and I receive as we unload all of our problems, woes, joys, and successes to each other as we pant and paddle our way down the lane.)
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The DHU. I love this place. :)