Days 25-29, sunburn and blisters

Remember how I said I grew up in the middle of nowhere? Did I also mention that the middle of nowhere is in Northern Minnesota?  It’s cold, it snows a lot, and we’re lucky to have 3 months of somewhat-summery weather. When it is nice enough to be outside, the mosquitoes will eat you within a matter of minutes, and if you’re a true Minnesotan, you will be sunburned within three minutes of standing in a shady area… add these two together and you have a sad bug bitten, red and sunburned, splotchy mess. Welcome to summer!

The manfriend and I thought that it would be adorable and symbolic to plant a tree in our yard; watch it grow as we grow old together in our new home. (barfy, I know) So, we went out to a very fancy greenhouse on Sunday and bought three trees, two lilac bushes, three raspberry bushes and a bunch of perennials and annuals. Easy breezy, we thought. It can’t be that hard to plant this stuff! WRONG. Planting trees and bushes is EXHAUSTING, it takes forever, it rips your hands apart, it requires being in the hot sun for hours and hours.

This means that Monday, I was sick. I was home sick and was not doing squats, or anything for that matter (well, laying around on the couch in the AC is something, I suppose) 

So because I was super lazy on Day 27, I then had 124 squats to make up for on Day 28. That’s a lot of squats. Mind you, Day 28  felt like a Monday for me, a slow dragging, miserable Monday, that still had the hangover of being sick the prior day. I will absolutely admit that I did not make up all 124 squats, I fell short by 66, but  completed 182, which is quite an accomplishment.

Day 29 is an increase day, we’re moving on up in the world from 124 to 132. And on top of that 132 is the additional 66 I still have to make up for from Day 28 this is going to be a long day. 

I have a sneaking suspicion that the rest of the week is going to be like this, continually playing catch up… tomorrow I will only be in the office for 3 hours (who has time to complete 132 squats in 3 hours while still attempting to do work?)  and Friday I’m out for most of the morning at another meeting. I see myself now, 4:58 on Friday afternoon with 50 squats to go. This could be bad news.

But enough with the doom and gloom, it’s somehow supposed to be 90 and sunny here this weekend, and of course that means I have a ton more yard work planned, as well as painting a few bedrooms. Or maybe I’ll just go buy an inflatable pool and do a lot of lounging.

 

Days 14-17, So Many Carbs

I really like food. I don’t know if you figured that out yet, but in case you’ve missed it. I really like food. Cooking is one of my favorite activities, and now that I have someone who is home at the same time as I am, and enjoys eating tasty foods too, well, I’m a happy camper.

Day 14 was the manfriend’s birthday, we celebrated with maple glazed pork chops, garlicky mashed potatoes, and roasted green beans. It was delightful. Thankfully I had completed 108 squats during the work day in order to justify all of the butter (yes, I may have put an entire stick of butter in those potatoes, and no, I am not sorry). 

Day 15 was time to do another increase. Adding another squat per hour, and we’re now up to 116 per day. I’ve started to notice that my pants are fitting a little better, the thigh area is a bit looser, and my pooch maybe getting a bit smaller. But day 15 also had some delicious foods… more mashed potatoes (I go on a run with potatoes sometimes, I’ll have them three or four times in a week, and then not have them for a few months),  and meatloaf. I know, I know, meatloaf is such an old lady thing. Not my meatloaf. Mine is stuffed with ham and cheese, wrapped in bacon, and smothered in BBQ sauce. It’s a culinary delight. And will probably give me a heart attack.

Day 16 ended up being a mini-date night. Our cleaning lady had just come by (I know, I know, middle class white people), and I really didn’t want to mess up my kitchen by cooking, since we have friends coming up for the long weekend. Have to impress, you know. So we went to Arby’s; now, I really don’t eat much fast food, but may I remind you – I live in a restaurant wasteland, Arby’s is practically fine dining here. We picked up some bird food and went home to watch Fargo (holy moly, Fargo! This week was intense!) And yes, I did 116 squats, it was great.

Disclaimer: I’m getting tired of squats.
I can feel that they’re working, I can see results in my clothes and in the way my body is feeling. But I am TIRED of them. The monotony drives me mad. And allegedly I still have 61 days until I’m done with this self-induced program of ridiculousness.

Day 17 we’ve made it to another Friday! Thank goodness, this week has been dragging… and probably because I have friends coming to town this afternoon for the long weekend. It will be three glorious days of grilling out, bonfires, and beers on my patio of greatness. (Greatness, because I managed to figure out how to wire my outdoor living space with some awesome speakers – so much great music!) We may find our way to a farmer’s market, or a greenhouse, or even the state park for a hike and a picnic; they really want to live the country life. Dang those city boys. 
I’m also in the office all by myself today. This is a great thing, and an awful thing. I like talking to people, I get lonely if I’m all by myself for too long. But, I think I’ll be able to get my ‘workout’ done a bit earlier in the day – mainly because I’m not embarrassed of myself in front of myself.

Either way. Happy Friday, and have a wonderful weekend.
I’ll be back sometime soon with an update on my weight loss as well as inches (did I tell you that I bought a fancy tape measure – the kind they use for sewing, apparently – and did my first measurements on Day 8.)

Weekend Adventures

I suppose I should start off with the conclusion of Day 10, it was Friday. It was a good day. It was a day where I somehow talked myself into completing not only my scheduled 108 squats, but also complete the ones I hadn’t done the day before. All in all, I knocked out 161 squats on Friday. And oyyyyyy, my legs were telling me about it.

The rest of Friday was delightful. We took a mini-road trip one of the local casinos; drank a few beers (lies, it was a lot of beers), won a few hands of blackjack, and ate the most delicious dinner I’ve had in a very long time.

Segue here… please allow me to tell you a bit about myself. Loverman and I recently bought a house. It’s an amazing house, it’s beautiful, it’s spacious, I have a barn door in my bathroom! The backyard is meticulously landscaped, and it makes me smile every time I look at it. This dream house is located in the middle of nowhere… and that makes my heart sad sometimes. Prior to moving into our dream house, we lived in a semi-large, bustling metropolis. There were always things to do, shows and concerts to see, art exhibits, festivals, excitement was everywhere. There was amazing food (in fact, there were even amazing grocery stores!), there were James Beard nominated chefs and restaurants, food trucks and little vendors popping up everywhere. The farmers market was a paradise.
The transition from metropolis to rural was bound to be difficult, despite the fact that I grew up about an hour from my current location. Yes, I grew up in the middle of nowhere. But those formative years, the age when I realized how wonderful shopping was, and started playing with makeup, eating wonderful cuisines, and finding a love for theater, those years were spent in larger cities. So despite my prior experience, I don’t think that this town feels like home yet (I mean, where’s the Macy’s?), and the one major thing that I find lacking is delightful options for different foods.
There are a few grocery stores here (I say a few, because some people would count Target and WalMart as being grocery stores), but there isn’t a lot of variety, there isn’t much that excites me, no exotic fruits or out of the ordinary meat selections. Other than the chain restaurants (Applebee’s date night, anyone?), the selection of GREAT food is minimal. We’ve found a fantastic little bakery/cafe that serves great soups and sandwiches (and when we walk in, the median age decreases dramatically), and a great BBQ place.
But, sinking my teeth into those broiled shrimp, the tenderness of the beef tips, the probable pound of butter that was in my mashed potatoes. That made my heart sing. It was nice to have some GREAT food again.

Back to the weekend… I’d say we did a fair amount of wandering around this weekend. We were up and down the casino floor on Friday night. On Saturday, we explored a little lake town and meandered through their downtown shops. Saturday night was another adventure featuring beer and nachos. We did walk to a different bar (and promptly back to where we came from), so I can’t say that we were complete lumps on our weekend getaway.
Sunday was mainly spent in the car, driving home. We did make a quick pit stop at Target for the weekly essentials (s’mores ingredients, obviously essential) and then we sat on the couch and enjoyed a long few hours of relaxing.

The exciting part? In 12 days, I’ve lost 8.6 pounds.
I need to remind myself to stop hopping on the scale every day. It’s driving me insane. I also need to remind myself that the scale isn’t the ultimate decision maker as to whether I’ve succeeded in this challenge or not. It’s up to me.