Well, I've had quite an eventful few weeks.
Forgive me for skipping the icky details (you'll thank me later)...but suffice it to say, life has taken a turn that I was not expecting or prepared for.
Following our trip down south and my interrupted workout schedule, I was elated to discover last week that I am down 10 whole pounds from my starting weight!!!
How I managed that, I'll never know for sure...but I'm sure it had nothing to do with the lack of exercise, eating out for 4 straight days, or sitting in a hotel room and riding in a car for hours on end.
In any case, I was psyched! As hubby pointed out..."never look a gift horse..." blah, blah, blah. If only I knew what the magic touch was, you can bet your sweet bippy that I'd make damn sure to repeat it!!! But, alas, it was a mystery - the results of which I was more than happy to enjoy!
Then, all hell broke loose...literally.
Due to a certain medical ailment (again, I'll spare the details, but let me just say that breast cysts are absolutely no fun, especially when they decide to abscess and rupture!), I was informed last week that until further notice, I am to do absolutely no exercise...in addition to no lifting, no twisting, limited walking and bending...you get the idea.
Given my new circumstances, I had to muster the energy to head into the gym to break the news to "Gym Guy". I wish I'd had an audience (or a camera) with me when I tried to explain my situation and ask that our gym membership be put on indefinite medical hold. He looked like he was going to cry. It was as if he couldn't wrap his head around the concept of not being allowed to exercise. "Couldn't you just walk on the treadmill slowly?" he asked, his eyes hopeful. "Um, I could barely stand to walk from the car into this building." I explained in the calmest "I will kick you in the balls if you try to question my surgeon again" voice. Long story short, our account is on hold "until further notice".
So, after almost a full week of doing a whole lot of sitting, you can imagine my surprise when I weighed in again this morning to find that I am STILL down a whole 10 pounds!!!
I'm baffled.
I've joked a few times with my mom, as she's lamented the fact that she can't seem to lose weight, that it took a major abdominal surgery and chemotherapy for her to lose any substantial amount of weight in recent years.
Now, she's joking with me that perhaps I share that trait - only major medical procedures set of weight loss.
That remains to be seen.
All I can hope is that my healing continues and that before too long I can be back on track with working out (though I must say that I'll be slightly less motivated if this mysterious weight loss continues without me setting foot in the gym over the next several weeks).
