It's official - I have completed one whole week on Weight Watchers (don't worry, this isn't going to turn into a WW blog; its just what's going on with me at the mo'). Despite thinking I didn't do so well sticking to the plan this first week, I was surprised and thrilled that I ended up losing 3.2 lbs. Woooot for me! Its amazing what eating healthy (and not overeating) will do. And don't think I was depriving myself for the past seven days in order to lose those few pounds - I had a soda almost every day, I ate popcorn one night while watching movies, and I nibbled on some chocolate at work. And still ate enough to fill myself up, nourish my body and not feel deprived.
Exercise was not big on my priority list this week as I was trying to focus on making sure I was keeping track of what I was eating and making good choices. However, I did hop on the treadmill three times for my usual hour. I came to the conclusion that I'm in desperate need of new workout music... On a positive note, Mom and I FINALLY made it to the Kinsmen this week and went swimming.
Oh. My. God.
I'm going to hurt tomorrow.
Let me just say that I don't believe I've been in a public swimming pool for about 15 years. I was a bit worried about how comfortable I'd be especially since some of the university's swim team were practicing in the same pool as the public lane swimming and there was also another team practicing in the other pool that was open. Surrounded by athletes....eeeek! However, I changed into my fabulicious new suit (I still look awesome in it) and slapped on my swim cap. I felt like a tool. I'd come this far, why not go all the way? I took one look at Mom and said fuck it. Off came the swim cap and I threw it in my locker. All I said to mom was "Is my hair even?" (I have a tendency to not do a great job shaving my dome). Off to the pool we went.
We may have only swam 5 laps (1 lap = there and back), about 25 minutes of swimming, but felt great afterwards. When we climbed out of the pool, I got dizzy. By the time I got showered and changed into my clothes, I was sweating. Still slightly dizzy. Wow, what a great workout. I wish I had started swimming years ago. My shoulders and upper arms were not sore but they definately felt like I hadn't used them in a loooooong time. I'm sure tomorrow my arms and legs are going to remind me just how tough of a workout that was this morning. I loved it.
Today was a HUGE step for me. It wasn't just about wearing the swimsuit in public although that was certainly a hurdle I had to overcome. It kept me outta the pool for years. Nope, it was the swim cap. I was more paranoid about people seeing my big fat stubbly semi-bald head and judging me. I had taken so many steps to get to be in that changeroom, bathing suit on, spandex clinging to every inch of my curvaliciousness, I decided in that moment to not care for the next 1/2 hour. Sure it helped that I can't see a foot in front of my face without my glasses on on but I knew people would likely do a double take or stare. Pffttttt. The old me would have cowered beneath that swim cap as it cut off all circulation from the eyeballs down or made an excuse to not go out to the pool, or just sit in the water with my wig on, not getting wet or getting any exercise. No longer.
Like the tagline says, I'm a big, bald, bitchy, book-loving blogger babe. And you love me.
Now, I love myself just a little bit more.