It started on Friday when we went out to dinner, had a big burger and fries, and a strawberry lemonade to drink. I ordered the light lemonade, but that was about the extent of my trying to save on calories. Then we went out to dinner again on Saturday, this time chinese food. Probably better than the burger, but not by much. Sunday, the 4th of July, we always go eat at Fuddruckers and park in the parking lot of the shopping center there for fireworks. I had chicken strips, fried of course, with their ranch dressing. I cannot resist their ranch dressing, it is SO good. I drench every bite of chicken and french fries with it. We also had a shake, and some cookies. And then there was the rice crispie bars and cheerio bars my husband made. Plus some chips and other crap thrown in.
*sigh*
Needless to say my stomach felt awful. While it all tasted very good at the time, it's so hard to remember how crappy you're going to feel afterward.
But it's a new week, and I'm trying to be better. Not to shabby on the food today, and I did a quick 1 mile Leslie Sansone walk. Not much, but baby steps.
Yesterday I tried to go for a bike ride. I say "tried" because it really didn't go very well. I go for the first lap around the block. O....M....G. I thought I was going to die. I thought I was going to have to get off the bike and walk it back home. It didn't take me long to realize that the seat was WAY too low for me and it was next to impossible to pedal, no matter what gear I had it in. So I somehow manage to make it home, and have C adjust the seat for me.
And, off I go again on another lap. Well, things were marginally better this time. The pedalling was slightly easier with the seat higher, but I was still having a huge struggle to get the bike anywhere. If I put it in an easy gear it just felt like I was pedalling and pedalling and pedalling and not getting anywhere. If I put it in a harder gear it felt like my legs were going to fall off trying to push them, and I still was barely moving. Plus the seat was still not quite high enough, and the handle bars were too low, so my arms were killing me from putting too much weight on them.
Really, I though I might have a heart attack right there in the middle of the road. And I kept thinking...I can walk for a long time, I can jog for short stretches, I can go to town on the elliptical for 30 minutes without keeling over, why in the hell can't I pedal this bike around the block even once??? I am convinced something is wrong with this stupid bike. I even made C get on and ride it so that I could feel better about myself and know that it wasn't just me being seriously out of shape. Thankfully for my pride, he also had a hard time.
He adjusted the seat and handle bars for me again, but I wasn't about to go another lap. Just those 2 jaunts made me feel like my entire body was drained of energy. I've done a lot of hard workouts in the past and those were nothing compared to this. I've let Jillian kick my ass and that STILL was easier than riding that stupid bike.
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