My week in review

I've noticed I'm posting less and less these days. I really don't know why. I'm not any busier than I was during the past year when I faithfully posted every day. During the day I'm always thinking of something to write about, but then I sit down at the computer, I'm a big, fat blank. Writer's block. I can't think of a single thing to say.

Since there aren't any profound thoughts I want to share, I'm just doing my week in review. Nothing exciting, nothing terribly interesting, just a brief synopsis of what I've been up to.

The StairMaster is finally fix at my gym. It's the old-fashioned kind where it's a set of rotating stairs. I LOVE this machine! I've added 15-20 minutes on it, in addition to 20 minutes elliptical.

I found a new love at the gym. Basketball! Yes, little old me, after I'm all sweated up from the elliptical and StairMaster. I go into the gymnasium at Ballys and play basketball by myself for about 20 minutes. It's totally fun. My heart rate gets up to 146 and because I'm so focused on dribbling the ball without losing it and making baskets, it doesn't even feel like I'm working out.

A guy at my gym started talking to me on Monday. He's usually on the elliptical in the mornings, and we always nod a hello. Monday he came up to me while I was on the chin-up assist machine. He started talking to me about how muscled my back looked and talked about working out and losing weight. He wants to lose 30 pounds.

He seemed nice and was very complimentary. He told me he just wanted me to know that he'd noticed me working out and that I was a beautiful woman. I was a little taken aback and I think I muttered a thank you. I asked him his age because he made a couple comments about being so old, but he didn't look old. I had to laugh when he said he was 38, then I told him I was 53. I figured that would make him go away, but it didn't. Funny thing about the whole thing, I've been going to that same gym for almost fifteen months and haven't had a single conversation with a single person in all that time.

I ate a dozen Costco cookies over a two-day period this week. It's a long story how they got into my house in the first place (a big no-no), but they're all gone. No more cookies for me. I didn't gain back my 85 pounds, and nothing really bad happened to me because of the cookies. I don't even feel guilty about it and it didn't start me on a spiral of unchecked eating like I expected. It happened, and it's over. No big deal.

I'm back up to 156 versus the 151 I was last weekend, but I feel human again. I feel strong and healthy. Yesterday I had a two-hour workout at the gym and I rocked it. Before anyone shouts out "exercise anorexia" please note I took off two days from the gym last week, Tuesday and Wednesday. So I'm more than okay, with the the weight gain and working out less. The 151 was reached by doing crazy things like working out 2-3 hours a day and skipping meals. Totally not healthy. I feel 100% better this weekend than last weekend. 156 really isn't that fat anyway, it's just not exactly where I want to be. I'm still working towards 135, but I'm okay at 156.

I have a bike ride planned today. Sunshine in the Northwest, gorgeous.

I was in Las Vegas for work on Wednesday. A 15-hour day. I actually took some time at lunch and sat outside in the 96 degree heat. It felt wonderful. I probably wouldn't want to live there, but it was a nice break from the past week of rainstorms in Seattle.

That's it, my boring life in review. Nothing terribly interesting or exciting. Maybe next weeek I'll think of something profound to say. Then again, maybe not.