Today's weight: 185
I obviously had some major water-weight gain going on because who loses five pounds overnight? I mean, I did stick to Kimkins very strictly yesterday so that helped, and I tell ya, it was very nice to see the scale drop so quickly. I'll be at my all-time low of 181 very soon, and then will come the moment of 179 where I will be down 50 lbs. since the beginning of my journey.
We're hitting the YMCA just about every day. Yesterday I started using the machines for weight training. I am going to do my 30 min. of treadmill (at 20-25% incline and 3.8 mph) every day, and on M,W,F I am going to hit the machines. The part of my body that I am really interested in toning up is my thighs. The Walrus says my butt has really shrunk, and I would love to get rid of this jiggly belly but I am not sure if there is a way. Let's face it, I carried a 9 lb 7 oz baby, followed by an 11 lb 12 oz baby. Big babies does not a flat tummy make.
In other news, I have been on a job search for a few months now, with some serious serious searching in the past few weeks. On my 30th birthday, I interviewed for a position with a health care organization (Helloooo! Great benefits!) and yesterday they phoned to let me know they were checking my references. The Walrus thinks the job is mine. It'll mean great money, great benefits (oh, did I already mention that?), and an "in" at an organization that could really help advance my career. The downside? The hours. 3p-11p, with alternating weekends and holidays. That means missing my childrens' bedtime 5 out of 7 nights per week. That would also mean that if I am still employed there next fall, when Miss Serious is in all-day Kindergarten, I would see her before school each morning and that's it for 5 out of 7 days. That feels wrong to me. Can you imagine seeing your kids for an hour or so a day? Granted, I would have two complete days off with her, but that just doesn't feel like enough for me. How will I keep up with her goings-on? Will our relationship suffer? These are the thoughts that go through my head as I sit and hope for this job because we need the money so bad.
It doesn't help to have an unsympathetic MIL who says "You're 30 now. It's time to do what the rest of the world is doing." As IF I have been squatting in my parents' basement for 12 years deciding what I want to do with my life. I've been raising my children! How offensive.
Anyway, there is my story. As The Walrus says, we'll cross each bridge as we come to it. And he's right. But I just like to have a strong enough pair of binoculars to be able to see each bridge up ahead and have the plan all laid out, so when we cross it, there are no surprises.
Is that so wrong?