dianaschnuth

I had a dream last night that I was planning to attend a Friday kickboxing class at the Fitness Center at my work, but I realized that the workout clothes in my bag were still dirty from the previous week’s workout. I considered working out in my dirty gear, but the idea of not having fresh underwear to change into after class (sorry, TMI) was enough to just make me skip kickboxing. I talked to the instructor, and she said she understood, but that I really need to start coming in and taking a class every Friday, no excuses. Then she apologized up and down for calling me out on it.

My brain speaks the truth. I need to hit up the Fitness Center more often, especially since I’m paying for it.

I’ve been doing better with getting out for walks (I’m listening to an audiobook I’m really enjoying), but I had conflicts for all but one of the classes I would have liked to attend — chiropractor appointment, hands-only CPR training, and then there were those couple days when my face was swollen from poison ivy.

I haven’t blogged about the poison ivy yet, but the Reader’s Digest version is that my face swelled up and I had to hit up Urgent Care for steroids and antihistamines. My weight spiked over a couple of days from the prednisone, but came back down pretty quick, hence why the spike in my max weight didn’t really affect my median weight for the month.

That graph doesn’t look good.  Continue reading →