Weekly whatever who cares

Sigh.

So a Weekly Wrap-Up is pointless if NOTHING IS HAPPENING. And that’s where I am. Stuck right in the middle of stagnant and static. On top of a plateau. Going nowhere, and fast.

I’m not even breaking down my three challenges. It’s pointless. But I am over being frustrated. I have a plan! And my plans are always genius and logical and well-thought-out and successful. I mean, some of them are. OK, none of them are. But there’s a first time for everything, right?

My weight loss is at a complete standstill. I am beyond annoyed and was thisclose to just throwing in the towel this week and just blowing it on Girl Scout Cookies and potato chips. Simon being sick all week made it that much harder to stay motivated. Again, life getting in the way of my life. I can’t let that happen, but I also think sometimes something has to give, and this week, it was the gym. I didn’t work out at all for 7 days. I stayed within my calorie goal on My Fitness Pal, but still, no exercise at all is not helpful.

I was hopeful that the arrival of a certain, ahem, visitor that women “enjoy” on a somewhat monthly basis would solve the problem. It had been exactly 22  months since this, ahem, visitor had come to say hi — thanks, nursing! — and her impending arrival was kinda wreaking havoc on my body and face. (How AWESOME is it to have crow’s feet AND zits? Yay for being a woman! In my next life, I think I’ll try out being a man, just for shits and giggles. Oh, and because they only have to worry about hairlines.) Well, now that my, ahem, visitor has departed, I shockingly did not lose 34 pounds in a week. Weird.

So it’s time to make some changes, obviously. First change: start going to classes at the gym instead of just doing the treadmill and weight machines (occasionally). I went to my first Zumba class in a while last Saturday and again this Saturday and Sunday, and it made me so happy. You CAN’T go to Zumba and not feel amazing afterward, even if you feel (and look, most likely) like you are having a grand mal seizure while you are doing it. I haven’t committed to classes for the past few months because of Simon’s nap and nursing schedule, but as nursing is coming to an end (a freaking slow as Christmas end, I might add) and his sleep needs change, attending classes either during the day or in the evening will be possible, and I am going to make it a priority.

Another thing I’m considering, but GOD, I don’t want to, is giving up booze for Lent. I KNOW. Why not just give up Zoloft, too, and make everybody miserable??? Also, it’s not like I’m religious, so Lent is merely an excuse to do something for a little while and hope it works.

I figure since 2012 is my year of the personal challenge, there’s no better time to really challenge yourself than Lent, right? AND it gives you the chance to be super holier-than-thou to others, and how often am I in THAT position? Never. So I saw that Ash Wednesday is coming up, and tried to think of something I could quit that would make me a better, healthier or more efficient person. At first, I considered Nutella, but then I almost died laughing. It’s Lent, not Hell, people.

Then I considered ditching my iPod. I know, that’s hardly what Jesus did, but maybe if he had had an iPod, he would have given that up as well, and I would be as awesome as him. We just don’t know. As lame as doing 40 days without a small piece of technology sounds, I do think it would do me good. That little device has been by my side nonstop while nursing Simon for all those hours and hours I was chained to the bed with him (NOT LITERALLY). And now, I carry it around with me everywhere and kind of check it compulsively. I think without it, I would focus more when I’m playing with the kids, get ready faster and be a more attentive mom. So that is still on the table. But I have to finish all my Words with Friends games first.

So back to booze. I hardly having a drinking problem, but I do like to have 2 beers or 2 glasses of wine more nights than not. I watch the clock for 5 p.m. (I won’t allow it any earlier because the minute I break my rule and have a splash of wine at, say, 2 p.m. on an lovely warm day or with a friend or because I can’t answer why a bunny is called a bunny one.more.time, it’s OVER. Next stop, a hotel conference room with my mom and Paul and Jeff Van Vonderen and a crew from A&E. Not happening, people) most days and let Mommy’s Little Helper relax me during the dinner rush. I have no issue with this at all, but I can’t really walk around complaining about not losing weight while staring at a refrigerator full of Blue Moons, can I? So I’m thinking about either eliminating it completely for 40 days (blah), or ruling against any drinking during the week for Lent. Because a gal has to live a little, right?

My grocery challenge of only spending $100 a week just isn’t feasible for me. I am not willing to go to multiple stores, so I know I’m missing out on some savings there, but my time is worth more to me. I am coming in around $150 a week on average AND only going to Target once a month, so I am spending less. I am still couponing and shopping the sales, and I feel like I’m doing good there. I said in the beginning that I was only trying for $100 a week but didn’t know if it was possible. As of right now, it’s not, but I’ll keep trying.

I’ll write up a couple of book reviews tomorrow. I completely gave up on one book recently and finished another two that I really liked, so at least my goal of reading 50 books this year is on track. If there is one thing I can do, it’s read for pleasure. I am a true success story.