Why smoke crack when you've got cardio?

First and foremost - I'm sorry for the gap in posts! I've been having some issues with not wanting to be accountable for doing mostly nothing for the past month.

I want to be more realistic in my expectations for myself so it's not really fair to say that I've done "mostly nothing" .. I've started a small and not yet profitable business on Etsy.com selling vintage clothing and hopefully soon - homemade baked goodies and treats, I've also been sewing (though not as much as I would like), trying to keep my house more tidy (with some, but not total success!) and trying to be more available to my 'tween daughter while she rides the hormonal rollercoaster of pubescence (major. drama.). So, it goes without saying that the aforementioned activities have kept me quite busy and too preoccupied to do much exercising. Yes, yes, I know - self care is the most important thing.

Which is why I am back on my game, and with a vengeance. I had changed my gym membership from the most expensive club "on the plateau" to a more reasonably priced place 10 minutes away with the hope that the cheaper place will have more fatties and I won't be so embarrassed to show up in the first place! My pal Esther and I used to sling our chub at the 24hour fitness in Seattle and I liked the cardio machines they had, so I bit the bullet and joined up at the new, schmancy one in Issaquah (Oh, precore crosstrainer, how I missed your ease and gentleness on my joints!). I had almost managed to forget that I had purchased said membership when I got what my mother refers to as a "wild hair up your ass", pulled on my most flattering moisture wicking gym shorts, layered on a few sports bras (to avoid black eyes and suffocation) and reluctantly drove on down to the pain factory with the promise that it was okay if I just looked around and came home if I felt like it. As you know, getting your ass there is 3/4 of the battle and I felt a renewed sense of purpose when I saw all the sweat drenched 30 somethings who, just like me, have less than perfect physiques.

This was Tuesday. Tuesday I pushed through 2 miles and 350 calories (but who's counting?) on the crosstrainer and still had wind enough to do the stationary bike at a leisurely pace for 30 minutes while I watched soap operas with no sound on the TV's hanging from the ceiling. Today I decided to challange myself a little more and upped the elevation and resistance and churned out 3 miles and 500 calories on that darling machine and caught up on the soaps to the tune of 30 minutes on the stationary bike. I still, STILL, felt energetic enough to do some weights!

Hours have gone by and my mood is so much improved from last week that I am considering going again tomorrow. Seriously, I feel like I did when I first started Prozac - in love and loving it! I even have more tolerance for my husband and those assholes that drive really slowly in the left lane!

I reeeeeeally hope I don't forget how good I feel right now...