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I started off yesterday with the best of intentions. I mean, seriously, I had a plan. I woke up in the morning and did 30 sit-ups. Then I started getting ready for the 2013 Out Of The Darkness Community walk for suicide awareness that I registered for earlier in the week. My plan was to do the walk, come home and run some errands, then do Level 2 Day 2 of Ripped in 30 after I put Travis to bed. I planned my actions, but I couldn't plan the results...no one from my son's home health agency ever showed up so that I could go to the walk. My family has been affected by suicide so I really wanted to be a part of this event. Plus, it was a chance to get in 3.4 miles of moderate walking.

 

With nothing else to do, I started eating my disappointment. The list of food I ate yesterday is considerate, but healthy. I ate my way into a food coma and slept for the better part of the afternoon.

 

Just when I decided to drag myself out of the bed and salvage some of my day by taking a walk through my apartment complex, my mother decided that she wanted to get out of the house and go for a drive. So that's what we did:

 

We drove....

And drove...

 

 



And drove some more...

We finally got back home just in time for me to feed Travis and get him ready for bed. Then later, I had company come over. The next thing I knew it was midnight and I was sitting in the middle of my living room floor watching re-runs of The Golden Girls while eating brown rice and brussel sprouts. My day was officially in the crapper!

But I won't call it a bad or wasted day. I will call it a high calories/rest day. (Nice spin, huh?)Tomorrow is another opportunity to get it right and I know I have to bring it!

Visit my blog tomorrow to hear all about my comeback!

Thanks for reading.

Always,

Blaque

Rest and Recovery

For some reason, my left shoulder is still very sore. I heard popping on that side as I was doing the first two days of R.I.30. One would think that having to lift a 90 pound child in and out of bed, in and out of his wheelchair, and in and out of the bathtub every day would give me more upper body strength.  But I guess my upper body didn't get the memo. In any event, I decided to rub my shoulder with Ben-Gay and take a break from Ripped. I still managed to squeeze in a little activity however.

I did 25 sit-ups as soon as I got out of bed, 25 when Travis took a nap, and then 25 more after he went to bed. After dinner, I took a short 1.34 mile walk. Also, when I went to Target, I did what so many weight loss experts say to do. I parked as far away as I could in order to get in some extra steps.

The distance from the parking lot, through the store for 2 items, and back to my vehicle was .38 miles. That doesn't sound like a lot, but if done a few times a week it can start to add up. And hey, every little bit helps, right? I probably wouldn't do this every time I run an errand, but if I don't have my family with me and I'm wearing sensible shoes, there is no reason why I can't make this part of my routine. I've decided that every thing I do from this point on is either going to help me lose weight or cause me to gain. And I am determined to do whatever it takes to lose this weight once and for all.

My diet today wasn't too bad. Throughout the course of the day I had a protein shake, 1 pineapple spear, 1 slice of mango, 1 bowl of spaghetti, 1 apple and a bowl of grapes. Then when I woke up to change Travis' briefs I had a banana the first time and another pineapple spear the next. Like I said, not too bad.

Now, I have to get myself mentally prepared for Day 3 of Ripped in 30. Anytime I stop something, it's so hard to get started again. But I CAN. I WILL. I MUST!

Tell me, how often do you take rest and recovery days?


Blaque