skates, walks, and plateaus

Ok, so it's been a few days since I posted last. We could chalk that up to being very busy (spent two days in Tallahassee, cleaned the house, did laundry, worked today, etc). Or we could tell the truth. But before we tell the truth, let me just say that I am still working out, although my depression from our news in Tallahassee did lead me to Checker's (for those of you up north, that's our version of Rally's). Other than that, my indiscretions have been minimal. And in addition to working our with my P90x, I'm even supplementing. As a matter of fact, I just got back from an HOUR of brisk walking (yes, even though it's cold here and those of you up north are looking out your windows balking at the thought of an after-dark walk, it's still warmer in south Florida than where most of you are). I think if one can walk a mile in 15 minutes, then I walked 3--but it was brisk, so maybe 3.5 or 4! Anyways, I digress. So, where was I? ... Oh yes, supplementing. And the other morning I walked  a mile or a mile and a half with my husband. And yesterday, I roller bladed (yes, I did, and no, I have no broken bones or even bruises) about a half mile. Why only a half, you ask? Well, I'll tell you. Even though I didn't fall on my face, or butt, it hurt. My lower back was killing me from the way I had to bend at the waist in effort to keep from falling backwards. My knees hurt from the way I had to bend them to keep from falling forward (gravity and boobs, mind you). And my feet hurt from a row of wheels running straight up the middle of them! Who on earth invented these things??? And what ever happened to those cool skates we have when I was little? You know the ones with 4 wheels evenly spaced out on each skate? At least with those my weight was more evenly dispersed. So, I have decided that roller blades were invented by the same people who invented yoga, and they are meant for skinny people. There is just way too much weight in a fat persons body to put that much pressure on one section of two little feet. Oh, and little feet--that's another thing. The smaller your feet (mine are a size 5.5) the more weight is concentrated in a single area. Yeah, so roller blading half a mile supplemented my P90x. So, anyway, now that you know I have been pretty good diet wise, and doing even more than my P90x calls for, we move on to the truth. Remember, a few lines up I mentioned telling you the truth about why I haven't posted in a few days. Right.... Ok, so, I haven't posted because I am embarrassed. I was doing soooo well and losing weight so quickly. Then, all of a sudden, it stopped. I hit a plateau. I dropped from 151 to 143.5 and have been 143.5 for a few days now. I'm stuck in neutral. Not moving. Stagnant. And, bottom line, still fat. Granted, not as fat as I was December 23, but still fat. Since I suddenly stopped making progress, I was too embarrassed to post. Someone (maybe a mom or grandmother) once told me that if I didn't have something nice to say, not to say anything at all. So, I was choosing to not say anything at all. Then why am I posting now? Because even though I only have one "follower" on here, evidently I have some stalkers, and those stalkers keep asking why I'm not posting.
What is the difference in a follower and a stalker? A follower clicks the word "follow" over there to the right, and a stalker comes and lurks. Lurking is reading the blog (or fb page) without  being friends with or "following." The point seems to be so that the poster (me in this case) doesn't know s/he is being followed. So, if you, reader, are one of my stalkers, ask yourself this: why don't I want Erika to know I'm reading her blog? If you don't have an answer, then look to the right... Yes, over there, and click FOLLOW. If you have a good reason, then, hey, stalk away. I don't mind. But stalkers aren't allowed to complain when I don't post for a few days! Only true followers are. :)
So, now what? Well, I guess I'm going into the living room to do the dreaded yoga. It's day one of week 4. In one week I get to take pictures again. I was excited by that prospect when I was losing an average of a pound a day, but not so much anymore... Oh well... I guess I'll weigh again tomorrow. Until then, Namaste!