Eating weekend

Some (most) weekends I try to be healthy (ish) with the general exception of dinners.  This weekend, I'm throwing in the towel.  My sister's visiting and I have a lot of social stuff to go to, and I know I'll enjoy all of it more if I don't stress myself about food.
I started off pretty promisingly on Friday with shrimp tempura as part of my combo plate at the Japanese place I went to for lunch, and then stole someone else's cheese fries at the going away party I went to that evening.  After retrieving my sister from the airport, we went out for Mexican, and I had two bazillion calorie fruit margaritas, some of my sister's chimichangas, and my own plate of tamales, rice, and beans.  Yum.
The downside of this is that waking up this morning, I am not hungry at all and feeling super bloated from all the salt.  And I have a pool party to go to on Sunday, but at least the plan prior to that is to go to vegan brunch, so hopefully that will help a little.  That, and a weather forecast which calls for a lot of covering up and not so much swimming.

Pushing through

I experienced a weird phenomenon on Wednesday.  I really, really did not want to work out.  Wednesday evenings are usually one of my favorite workouts; it's an hour of pilates and an hour of yoga taught by my two favorite instructors at the gym.  I'd gotten into work early enough that I was able to leave early enough for class without feeling guilty.  I had my awesome new leggings to wear. 
And yet.  I guess I was just tired from work, or stressed out by some weird life stuff, or something, because I found myself checking the clock every five minutes in pilates, and wondering if I could even make myself stick around for yoga afterward.  I did, because I really do like the instructor and she's rarely there, but even in that class I found myself literally counting the seconds in my head when I couldn't see the clock. I thought about walking out.  I'm glad I didn't, but even that didn't really give me the sense of accomplishment I thought I'd have after class.  I'm glad I pushed through, but I'm more interested in discovering the source of my lack of motivation and getting myself back into a mental place where I'm excited about the gym.

Why am I doing this?

So, the past few weeks I've been on a mildly successful regimen to eat less, and a moderately successful regimen to work out twice a day.  This has been largely based on my constant need for endorphins, but also my desire to achieve a better body.  I've definitely had my moments of "why am I doing this?  I look pretty good as is.  Is it really worth spending hours and hours of my time when I could be doing other things so that I can fit into one size smaller in pants, or be slightly more toned?"  I don't need to lose weight.  And yet I feel compelled to.  And then I read this article over on The Gloss, and realized how totally annoying it must be when my favorite topics of conversation are how much salad I've eaten, or how I've lost half a pound.  So I'm going to consider scaling back.  No more 90 minute mediocre sessions on the elliptical for no reason.  No more losing sleep just to get a second workout in.  Just making an honest effort to be happy and healthy.

Second chances

Having correct first impressions of things is not something I'm great at, in life or in workouts.  We won't get into the life aspect right now, but let's talk about the workouts.
I went to the Tuesday night yoga class at my gym this week, which I'd written off after going once, months ago, and hating it.  And, of course, this week I loved it.  I need to remind myself that one slightly painful class does not mean I should write something off entirely.
I also went to Bar Method twice this week, and I'm now officially in love with it, despite hating it my very first class.
And, this morning, I went to a Bikini Body class at my gym that left me unable to walk for two days after the first time I went, and was subsequently scared off for months, but now it's one of my favorite classes at the gym.
Moral of the story: the classes that scare you the most are probably the ones you should go back to.

Plan for the week

I have a lot I need to recap, but first plans for next week.

Sunday:  Bikini Body; evening yoga
Monday:  morning cardio, evening yoga
Tuesday:  morning cardio, evening Bar Method or Cardio Barre
Wednesday:  morning cardio, evening pilates/yoga
Thursday:  morning yoga, evening something
Friday:  afternoon yoga, probably something else
Saturday:  pilates, aerial ballet?

Also I finally bought myself these:  http://www.zobha.com/pc-59-6-straight-leg-capri.aspx .  So. Excited!

Back!

Finally have internet again.  Woo!
Today:
60 min Pilates
75 min Vinyasa Yoga

Breakfast - 3 slices of toast with Earth Balance, two clementines
Snack - 4 of the random cookies someone brought in (bad)
Late lunch - hot dog, and a serving of baked beans
Snack - banana
Dinner - spinach salad with tomatoes and chickpeas

Overall, okay.  I think.