So, yesterday I came home from work.  We'd been up until 4:30 am after having seen Dark Knight (so Awesome!).  I had planned on supplementing my 2 1/2 hours of sleep before work by taking a half hour nap after work because I really wanted to get a jump start on getting this apartment clean and organized once and for all.  That soooooo didn't happen.  We ended up sleeping for 15 1/2 hours.  When they say you can't catch up on sleep that you've missed, that's a load of bullshit.

So I didn't get started cleaning the apartment until this morning.  I can now see the carpet in my room.  The living room is clean and the kitchen is mostly clean.  We've managed to contain the disorganized crap into one area: the "dining room."  I put quotes on that because my kitchen table is small enough to fit in our kitchen and so our dining area is being converted into a computer desk/dart board area.   And parking space for my bike when we're not playing darts.  My goal is to have the apartment completely and utterly organized by Friday.  Realistic enough.  Hell, if I bust my ass, I might get it done tomorrow.  But definitely Friday.

Instead of spending most of the day inside today, we decided that we'd go play a few games of tennis being that we've yet to utilize the tennis courts at our apartment complex (one of the reasons we chose this place).  We played 12 games with me winning the match 7 to 5.  I was never much for tennis, couldn't get the gist of scoring, coordination problems, etc.  But I love sports.  And I liked hitting the ball back and forth with either the wall or a friend.  However, since we've acquired a Wii and have been playing tennis on there, I've gotten the hang of scoring. With that understanding we were able to take our tennis skills outside for realz.  And it was wonderful to have won my first official tennis match. 

However, the Gent wasn't happy.  We were sweating our arses off and decided to go back to the apartment to change into swimsuits and go for a dip in the pool (another reason we chose this complex).  Catching the last half of the Yankee game we decided we'd wait, then changed our minds (they went into 12 innings for chrissakes) to go play one more match of tennis after having dinner at a local diner.  The Gent was determined to beat me.

And he did.  First 6-1 and when I insisted best two out of three, he beat me 6-0.  The spirit was willing but my feet were incredibly weak.  So he wins the backrub even though I so desperately need it.

I also decided that I wanted to start counting my Weight Watchers points again and get back into the groove of following the program since I have all the paperwork, just not paying for the meetings.  I earned 24 activity points today between the 25 games of tennis and the housework.  Now, there's talk that you're only allowed to use four of them per day.  There are others who say you can earn as many as you want but they only count that day, you can't bank them for later, so long as you don't hurt yourself.  I'm going to go for the "as many as you want."  I definitely worked off those hot dogs I had for breakfast. lol.

But seriously, I'm still keeping within my alloted range.  I dipped into my flex points yesterday.  I didn't want to do that again today because I'm saving them for the rest of the week (if I use the rest at all, I really don't want to get into the habit of using them).  And I don't necessarily want to count all of my activity points towards my daily total because that would put me at 6 or something.  But I will use enough to put me back to my per diem and if I earn extra, then that's just extra that I know I've earned but am choosing not to use. *shrugs*.  Something like that.

So yeah.  My goal is to lose 150 (at least) in two years.  That's a doable goal.  If I get it done before then, fine.  But two years.  I used to be 150 and I let myself get ridiculously overweight because of an unhealthy relationship with food.  Mother used to keep snacks under lock and key, and we all know what is forbidden is just that much more alluring, so when I got out on my own I ate all the stuff I was never allowed.  All the time.  When I finally caught on I was twice my weight.  And granted, I have lost 35 pounds, but it also took me three and a half years to do so because I was only making a half-assed attempt to lose it.  (so, technically I only need to lose 115 more).

And it's weird.  I never paid attention to it, the gaining weight.  I'm a healthy girl on the inside with a fat exterior.  I have the spirit in me to want to run and jump and do all the things I used to do when I was younger (not to mention maintain the stamina to handle going back to roller derby soon), and then I get reminded that I'm not as spry as I used to be when I'm getting winded and tired easily.  So I decided I wanted to get back to a healthy weight so I can have the stamina to do all the fun stuff I used to do.  Well, not used to, I still do it, but I won't get as exhausted.  And hell, even if I get down to 180 I'll be ecstatic.  One website says my target weight should be 143, another says 182.  Anywhere in between is fine by me.

It was a fun day.  I didn't get as much done around the house as I would have liked, and I'll probably be sore as hell tomorrow, but still.  Good day.