First off, I am going to apologize for my delay in updating my blog. SO much has been going on! In the essence of time, I will try to consolidate a week and a half as much as I can. Secondly, I am so honored by the amount of people who say they check my blog everyday! That's so cool! I've had people stop me at work and I've received facebook messages saying "Could you please update your blog?! I look everyday and every time I don't see a new one, I'm disappointed!" Well, friends, here you go! :)
So, last week was a little lackluster, but only for the first couple days. I kept telling myself that something will happen that will be substantial enough to write about. But nothing happened. Nothing good, nothing bad. Just nothing. I had hit a bit of an impasse with the weight loss, and that was obviously frustrating. I wasn't visibly losing much weight, but I started to feel a change in my clothes. No more muffin top! Yeah, buddy! (The Jersey Shore reference just felt right. Sorry guys.) Monday and Tuesday went by slowly but surely. I worked until 4:30 then went to the gym. This is basically the story of my life these days, which I am fine with. The routine is kind of nice, actually.
Then, Wednesday came. The dark cloud that had eluded me for two days decided to dump that many days' worth of rain on my head at once. As I'm rounding out my 30th minute running intervals on the elliptical machine, I see Ashley out of the corner of my eye. I waved to her enthusiastically and said, "Hey friend!". She waved back and smiled as she made her way over to the machine I was occupying. As she got closer, her smile faded more and more. She said "So, I have some foul news".... "I just took a job in Lexington, so my last day here at the gym is February 2nd..." And the rain, thunder, and lightning gods strike with a vengeance. Great. Grand. Wonderful. Of course I was happy for her, but then I wanted to cry. How in the world was I going to function without my amazingly awesome trainer and friend?! AHHH!!!! If there was a time to panic, now would have been as good as any. So panic I did.
I booked up as many sessions as my body could handle before her last day. I worked hard every time we met after Tuesday, and I put in extra time at the gym. I tried to learn from her as much as I could, since every minute was now precious. She said that the only thought that crept into her mind when she got the job offer was "OH NO! LINDSAY!". I am so glad that we got so close in such a short amount of time, and she will always be considered a friend. We were a great pair, and I truly appreciate every minute she gave up when she could have been making money with another client to coach me and train me.
I approached this past week with a fury to work hard and perform well for Ashley. That fury only lasted until Monday. I was not a happy camper that I lost wind that early in the week. I attended a visitation for a co-worker's husband on Tuesday evening, so naturally that took precedence over the gym; obviously Ashley understood. By Wednesday, my nose was completely stopped up. I sounded like a creepy old guy breathing heavily into a telephone receiver. It was lovely, and I'm sure my co-workers absolutely enjoyed seeing my eyes bug out every time I blew my nose. So, I skipped the gym on Wednesday to pay a visit to the doctor. I had a fever of 100, elevated blood pressure, and an upper respiratory infection. Needless to say, I picked up my prescriptions and scooted on home. My head felt as if it was a balloon floating high above my body, and I now sounded less like a creepy prank caller and more like Darth Vader in surround sound.
I took Wednesday to rest up, and I subsequently took the day off from work on Thursday. I'm an absolute peach to work with when I'm sick, so I'm sure the company would thank me for staying home. The next thing on my list to do on Thursday was to make it to my second photo shoot located in the downtown studio at 4:00. I felt like crap, so I wanted to make sure I didn't look like it too. I put on my new dress, fixed my hair, and took extra time to focus on my make-up. I walked into the studio at 3:58 and promptly stepped on the scale. I hadn't heard how the other ladies did, so I was a little nervous. I stepped on the scale.....I LOST 14 POUNDS!!! Finally, a 14-pound ray of sunshine broke through the dark cloud adorning my head! I can't wait to see next month's issue! Here's my shameless plug: the February issue of Today's Woman can now be viewed online at http://www.iamtodayswoman.com/! Check it out!
I got to my personal training session just in time despite the horrendous rush hour traffic. This was Ashley's last day, and I was dreading not having her by my side anymore. I still wasn't operating at 100%, but I wanted to work hard for her. We started out with squats, which I did 20 of. I stood up, and immediately felt dizzy. Not cool. I told Ashley how I felt, and it took her all of five seconds to decide that I shouldn't be working out. I was disappointed in myself and was even more saddened that I couldn't keep it up for Ashley. So I was on my way home by 5:35. I got to my car, put the key in the ignition, and nothing happened. I repeated the action a good twenty times, and my little Honda wasn't budging. When it rains, it pours, right?
So, Dad came to the rescue. Being a self-proclaimed Daddy's girl, I know enough about cars to correctly (most of the time) diagnose an issue. Sure enough, my feeling that my starter was going bad was on point. Eventually, the car started, and I was on my way home. Add 'fixing the car' to my to-do list. That brings us up to today. I'm feeling much better and can only hope for a better weekend and start to next week.
Cheers to a brighter future! :)
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