Monday, October 10, 2011

Confession #3: I'm out of Shape

I know it is hard to believe but I'm out of shape. Apparently chasing after 4 kids and cleaning house is not enough to give me the cardiovascular excercise I need. Tonight my family went to the pool. I love the water. There is something so relaxing about being able to float in water or go under it and have all the noise muted. I love swimming so much that my desire to swim out weighs how awful I feel I look in a swim suit. My freshmen year of college I took a swim class and was able to swim a mile in under 30 minutes. I think I was in the best shape of my life that year too.

It has been years since I have swum? swam? laps in a pool. It's like riding a bike right? You just get in and go. So, that is what I did. I got in and I went. I think I managed to do 10 laps before feeling like I was going to pass out. I got out of the pool and was very light headed. I had to sit on the side for a little bit before I could re join my family. I had a little nausea the rest of the time I was there. I'm already looking forward to Wednesday evening when I get to go back. Tomorrow I might try Yoga if I can be organized enough to get my grocery list completed before the class starts so I can shop afterwards. Anyway, here is a break down of the Good, the Bad, and the Ugly of my day.

The Good:
   Took an iron pill today to help with my anemia.
   Tracked 98% of my food intake (didn't know the point value of the homemade bread)
   Got my 8 glasses of water in
   Ate at least 3 fruits/veggies today
   got some exercise

The Bad:
   Ate too many slices of homemade wheat bread with out tracking it.
   Stayed up too late to post this post.
  
The Ugly:
   Ate 6 cookies just before lunch because I was in the middle of making applesauce and couldn't grab anything else. Surely I could have grabbed an apple but by this point they were all already peeled and pureed. I haven't been shopping in over a week and my shelves and fridge are depleted of all things good.

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