End of Week Eight

I’ve hit a wall.

My progress seems to have halted. No big changes this week, and no measurable weight loss. I’ve been regularly adjusting and altering my workouts so my body doesn’t get bored, and I’ve done a little bit of tweaking on the cardio routines and weight routines. For a while I was afraid I was overdoing the cardio. Maybe I should go back to what I was doing before because that was working better, I think.

Nothing new on the relocation project. I’ve been doing a lot of employment research through the Oregon and Washington State Film offices. My husband and I had a good discussion about locations, and after this week’s horrible hurricane tragedy in the Southeast, we’ve almost decided that the Atlantic is just a little bit too violent for comfort. We were checking out areas that don’t get hurricanes as often, but they do hit once in a blue moon, nonetheless. He told me that Washington, DC got hit by one when he was a little boy, and all he could remember was really bad rain and wind.

I will send money to the Red Cross and Habitat for Humanity to help. But I won’t move there.

So, in light of all the people who have lost everything, in some cases even their lives, I will end this entry here. There are things in this world far more important than my fitness progress.

End of Week Seven

Whoa – I think I’ve uncovered my hipbones!

Sorry I’m late on this one, but this week’s been pretty crazy at work. There’s been a lot of personnel shifts at the office and I’m having to take up the slack on a lot of projects as upper management tries to figure out who’s going to end up where.

Speaking of ending up somewhere else, my husband and I have been analyzing our living situation. We’re coming to the painful conclusion that we have to find a way to make more money. We’re both working our butts off, but because the cost of living in LA has become so impossible, either I’m going to have to take on a second job or we’re going to have to move out of Los Angeles; maybe even move out of California altogether. Neither of these options sounds very appetizing .

For example, we are renting a 3-bedroom, 2-bath house that’s about 1475 square feet (give or take a few feet) and we’re paying $1660 a month on rent. That does not include utilities – and the electric bill last month was almost $400, because it’s been so God-awful hot and we’re having to run the air-conditioning day and night. The house doesn’t have central air – it has three window / wall units spread throughout the house which are not only not very efficient in keeping the temperature down, but they also suck up a lot of power.

So, out of curiosity, I looked around in some so-called “less expensive” areas to see if we could get an apartment or townhouse rental that might help lower our monthly expenses. I was horrified to find that rental rates have gone through the roof! I found a modest ground-level two bedroom apartment with less than 1400 square feet, only one bathroom, and on-street parking for $2300 a month!! That’s criminal! And that’s just the tip of the iceberg – rentals in trendy or popular areas of LA can be up to $4000 a month for an even smaller apartment!

The whole reason for this is because real estate prices are through the roof. I read an article that said only about 11% of the Los Angeles metro area population can afford to buy a house right now, and I think that figure is high. A house in my neighborhood recently sold for over $700,000 – and it was a crappy little two-bedroom fixer-upper with bad plumbing, sub-standard wiring and a dirt yard. That doesn’t make any sense at all.

So my husband and I are trying to explore our options, which at the moment seem rather sparse.

End of Week Six

I’m coming along… I’m a day late on these because my day job has been keeping me busier than my paycheck would indicate. Isn’t that always the case, though? Sometimes I wish I didn’t have such a militant work ethic and that I could actually bring myself to do exactly the amount of work that I am being paid for. Boy would they be surprised.

The trip to Vegas didn’t seem to have too bad of an effect on my progress, though. I didn’t actually lose the usual 2.25 pounds to which I have become accustomed, however I am still seeing steady toning and I’m increasing my strength and stamina by leaps and bounds. I weighed in at 149 – meaning I have lost 13 total pounds in six weeks, which is only two pounds shy of being exactly on target. I figure that since the most significant loss seems to happen between weeks six and nine, I should be just right.

The best part is the fact that the guys in my company warehouse are starting to have trouble looking at my face during conversations. I have even caught members of management looking at unauthorized body parts when they think I’m not paying attention. Nobody has actually gone right out and made a comment (sexual harassment issues and all), but I get a little ego boost every time I see one of the guys at work checking out my butt. Makes me feel good to realize that it’s starting to be worthy of that kind of attention.

If I keep going like this, in six weeks they’re break a sweat when I walk into the warehouse. Heh.