Day 11

So, I guess I had kind of a bad weekend.  Didn't walk with Rosie, wasn't very good with food.  Drank 3 sodas.  Boo.  Anyway, back at it this morning.  I s'pose the important thing is that I keep getting back at it.  So here I go.

I added a little more to our walk this morning.  I keep adding just a little bit more at a time to the distance of our walk every couple of days.  It's starting to get so hot though.  The weather is very weird here.  Instead of reaching the peak heat at midday like we're used to, the high comes around 4 in the afternoon, and the low temp for the day doesn't hit till between 4 and 5am, which is why I get up 3 hours before I need to be at work.  Typically, it's in the mid 50s-low 60s when we go out, but this morning it was hotter outside than it is inside (75-80), and the humidity is stifling.  This is a problem.  It's obviously best to do my working out in the morning because it jump-starts my metabolism and gives me that much-needed shot of endorphins to start the day.  By the time I'm done with work, I'm WAY too tired to try to work out, but the fitness room at the apartment doesn't open until 6am.  I work at 7.  That obviously doesn't work.

Another problem: I haven't been sleeping well.  Sometimes I'll take some benadryl or melatonin to knock myself out for a proper amount of sleep, but if I miss my bedtime like I did last night, I can't take pills that'll put me out of commission for 8 hours.  So I go without, and my possible 6 hours of sleep turn into about 3 hours of sleep and 3 hours of rolling around trying to get comfortable so I can fall back to sleep.  Grr. 

Tomorrow, Tuesday the 19th, I don't work.  My plan is to get up a little before 6, and go straight down to the fitness center to do all my work and weigh myself and get back up to the apartment before it hits swass level outside.  I have to weigh myself.  Stupid that I don't have a scale still.  Katie and I are starting the GM on Wednesday, and I have to document a start weight before I get into that so I know where I am when it's over, and how hard I'll have to work to keep off whatever I lose.  I'm excited.  Nervous.  Little scared to get lazy and gain it all back.  This is going to be really hard work, but I'm ready.