I bit the bullet and ordered Cize from Beachbody. I splurged and bought a bag of vegan chocolate Shakeology. There's a 30-day free trial of Beachbody on Demand with it, so I watched one of the Cize workouts last night. I love me some Shaun T, but I can't dance. I'm lucky I can Turbo, and even that is sometimes way far out of my comfort zone and ability. But my sister - who is a worse dancer than I am - swears I will love it. I don't know when I'm going to start. I might give myself four-weeks of Turbulence Training, then start Cize as my cardio with whatever program I pull out of my ass next. It will surely be New Rules something but I still haven't decided.
I'll be honest. I'm not looking forward to working out tomorrow. I know my son will resist, even though he "promised" he would start exercising with me. I'm not going to force him but it would be nice to have a workout buddy at home. No, I will not join a gym. I want to work out at home, with my own equipment and on my own time frame.
I have no plan of attack for food at all. I'm not going to give up my coffee with Splenda and junk flavored creamer. That's my breakfast. I don't really get hungry until mid-afternoon. I can certainly take my lunch to work but I often don't think about it in the morning when I leave because I'm just not hungry. And then I get home to deal with people have zero interest in eating healthy. Both are carboholics. One would eat pasta every day and the other would live on pizza. I'm half tempted to make everyone prepare their own meals, but then that would require them to shop for their own food and hahahahahahahahaha, yeah right. I need to draw a line in the sand and say, "This is what I'm making for dinner and if you would like something else with it, or something else altogether, you will have make it yourself." And then just keep mostly "my" food in the house. As it is, I've cut back on the amount of junk food I buy, but my boyfriend has a sweet tooth and though I've asked him repeatedly to not keep the candy bars where Sebastian can find them, he doesn't. And Sebastian is like I am - he will eat it if it's there. I've been able to show some restraint. I appreciate that my boyfriend wants to share with my son, but I just don't want Sebastian eating so much crap. It's hard enough to keep him from eating everything I buy for his weekly lunches in one day.