Just Not Feeling It

I worked out again tonite, for the first time in nearly 2 weeks, and I just wasn't feeling it. I couldn't go there and enjoy my workout thinking about all the crap I still have to do. I'm still not completely moved in yet, my apartment isn't completely packed up yet, and there's so much to do at home. Come home, cook dinner, do laundry, clean stuff, try and spend time with boyfriend, get to bed at a decent hour, and here I am playing on these silly machines. With all that I have to do on a daily basis and the things that are looming on my to-do list, I have a hard time justifying taking the time to just work out. I prefer multi-tasking, and I honestly don't like going to "work out" at any kind of place that resembles a gym, be it with hard bodies or squishy women like myself. As I go around the circuit going thru the motions, I wonder if anyone actually enjoys that. I would rather be doing something a bit more enjoyable, like taking a walk with Boyfriend or some other activity that is enjoyable but not something where the main purpose is exercise. Know what I mean?

Packing

Last night when I was at my apartment packing up a bunch of stuff, I decided to pack away all the clothes that don't fit me. I ended up with 2 large boxes of clothing that will fit me again... someday. I also packed to have available some clothing that doesn't quite fit right now but after shedding about 10-15lbs or so, will fit. What I'm left with is a very, very small selection of clothing that fits me right now. I'm not that eager to buy clothing to fit me for the size I currently am, because I see it as an investment in my size. I don't want to invest in being a size 18/2x. I want to wear the 12-14 size clothes I have. So once this whole move thing is out of the way and life with Boyfriend gets settled into a routine, I can focus again more on my goals.

Not Much Progress

Not much progress to speak of. I need to re-evaluate where I'm at based on Boyfriend's scale, either that or deal with having 2 scales in the tiny bathroom. I do like my scale better. But this past week I have been dealing with PMS. Yes, the dreaded PMS. I don't really get bloated or crampy. A little moodiness and everything else is in the chest. Yep, the twins. They swell and fill out and weigh a lot more, and hurt like heck so that I really don't want to exercise because then I need to either squish them in a sports bra or just deal with the jiggle. This is a time of the month when every bump in the road hurts, so never mind exercise. So walking with Boyfriend will be it.

Boyfriend does eat healthy, but he's been complaining a bit about my PMS because he is scarfing down chocolate at a rate that makes me jealous. But healthy eating has been on the menu. Last night we had chicken and broccoli. I'm missing the carbs, since I REALLY love pasta and rarely get sick of it, but I know this is good for me and I'll forgo pasta most of the time to achieve my goal.