I worked out four times last week, but none this weekend. One pilates class, two step classes (one was only 45 minutes), and one day of walking/bike at the gym. I didn't get to a body pump class, which I actually may have to avoid anyway. After I took weight lifting classes a couple weeks ago, my forearm started hurting from the nerve damage. My physical therapist had said it could take 6 months for my arm to completely heal, and I should not lift heavy weights at certain angles. She's fine with body weight exercises in yoga or pilates, but not weight lifting. I tried the body pump classes when my arm had been feeling all healed, and I damaged it again. Guess that's something I had to learn for myself.
I know I need to step up the cardio if I want to lose weight. I am happy with the gym routine I have going. I just need to do more.
I also let my food slip this weekend. It wasn't horrible, but it wasn't great either. We went to Indianapolis to a concert (just Mark & me, the kids stayed with my mom). We stayed with Mark's sister and brother-in-law, who just moved to a new house north of Indy. It was a nice visit. I love his family.
We got home late Sunday afternoon, and the night went way too quickly, and so it was like we didn't even have a weekend together as a family. Nobody handles that well. I had a bowl of cereal at 10 pm because I was feeling sad.
I didn't gain a ton of weight over the weekend, but I also didn't lose anything. I can't routinely let two days blow up the good work I do the rest of the week. I was mindful many times of how often I felt like eating because I was tired or lonely or bored or frustrated, and I didn't eat to soothe myself. So that's a tiny bit of progress.
I'm not feeling particularly wordy today, so I'll try and write more tomorrow.
To see what I want to be writing about myself soon -- go read Shauna's post.