No Trail, No Problem ..Lazy Girl Working Out.

I'm not sure if I mentioned this before, but there aren't any decent walking trails near my crib and I avoided walking near my complex like it was underpaid job. The main street is too busy, I would have to cross over too many driveways and streets..you name it, I found an excuse not to do it. Also, the nearest, longest "walking/bike" trail is miles away and the closest trail to me is only .3 miles long so I would have to walk in circles for I don't know how long. 

Well, yesterday I knew I had to do something because I only worked out 3 times last week. I couldn't make myself do another "Walk Away The Pounds" workout, really wasn't feeling the Jillian thang and if I did one more "cumbia" step with Beto I was going to scream. 

So.. as the high of the day settled in ( 44 degrees, I think) I got tired of sitting in front of the computer "pinning" and watching Netflix. I suddently had the urge to put on my workout pants and my oldest son's old hoodie (who'd-a-thunk I would be wearing my son's hand me downs) and hit the pavement. Didn't have a route planned out, but I just started walking. 

I managed to walk 3.4 miles in 55 minutes which I think I would've been faster if I knew where I was going and didn't encounter those few uphill climbs I didn't expect. 

It's alright if I had to walk through a cloud of black exhaust from one truck and have a guy in a dually almost run me off the road as I tried to cross the street (he had the red light mind you) ...but it was worth it. 

I'm now officially a street walker.. 

Fattened Up and Sent Out to Pasture

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I told myself I wasn't going to blog about anything personal, but who the hell am I fooling.?  I can't help but put my business on blast, it's just what I do. So..with that being said, let me go on ahead and explain the meaning behind the title of today's post.

I started seeing someone.  He wasn't my normal "type," whatever that means, but we hit it off right away. Long story short, I was having such a good time that I totally forgot about the few pounds I lost and they happily found their way back to my waistline and more.

Well, I got two gifts for Christmas from my "guy."  I received a nice little gift bag one day and the whole "It's not you, it's me" speech the next. He also threw in the line "You will make someone a good wife one day, but I'm not ready for all that." That was like handing me a plate full of light, fluffy flapjacks then pouring motor oil on top. What the hell am I supposed to do with that b.s?!

But I digress, I said I wasn't going to harp on the whole dissolution of my recent partnership, but I can't help but be a little perturbed that I allowed myself to commit one of the cordial dating sins (if there is such a thing); forget about my weight loss because some fella showed me a little attention.

Now.. I refuse to make a New Year's resolution about weight loss, but I will definitely give it my all in attempting to, thinking about, considering dropping these few pounds one ounce at a time. 

Peace.