Day 10: I did nothing. It’s okay to do nothing when you wake up and remember that you’ll never get to talk to someone you loved again. Loss sucks a lot.
Day 11/S1E2: I did Cairo to Istanbul again. I’ve been practicing the Turkish figure-8’s a lot. I love making Twin #1 scream: I CAN’T UNSEE THAT! NOBODY SHOULD HAVE TO SEE THEIR MOTHER MOVE LIKE THAT.
I’m not sure if my moves are that alluring or if they’re just so bad that it hurts to see. Either way, I’m deriving massive enjoyment from this.
This morning, I figured out how to do the arm moves with the hip circle (“Invite them closer” or “shoo them away”) and with the figure-8’s (“Pull on the rope” or “Give back the rope”.) Also continuing to bother me–It’s okay to use the yoga names for the stretches. They’re still good stretches.
I turned down an opportunity to visit Pools and Fitness because it’s so fucking cold outside.
Day 12: Yoga! I didn’t want to get up and yoga, but I did it. The DVD program on my computer didn’t want to run, so it took me 10 minutes to get it loaded. Three f-ing programs that play DVD’s, and they all had my initial attitude. But I persevered. Those 2 lbs I’ve lost are my incentive, and I feel better–more energetic, and my metabolism seems to have kicked up a notch.
Day 13: After a wonderful dinner last night, I’ve gained back those two pounds. Demoralized (and my SIL’s wake is today,) I skipped working out and splurged on peanut butter toast for breakfast.