Mother Freakin' Crabby Ass

Here's the thing, I know have a million things I am thankful for, but instead of chasing the rainbows and butterflies I've been clawing, scratching, kicking, and screaming.  This doesn't do well for my writing (or my family).  I tend to see myself as the heroine of my blog.  I like to put out messages such as:

"Look at me.  I'm down and out.  Wait!  I just kicked ass!  I WIN!"

Instead all I want to write about is how stupid plantar fasciitis is and because I haven't been able to run or bike I started gaining weight again.  Wait...the weight loss could actually be attributed to the increased drinking and eating I've done over the last month or so?  Maybe.  But wouldn't I rather blame the weight gain on something I *can't* control then something I *can* control?  No.  That's not really my style.  I'm much more of a control freak then a blamer.  I'm much more of a pull-myself-up-by-the-bootstraps kind of gal.  So here I go:

Phase 3:
It's a five week plan that starts today - I could have started it yesterday since I did both yoga and weights, but that kinda felt like cheating, so it starts today.

Yoga daily 
Weight lifting four times per week.
Crunchless Xtreme Abs w/Jackie four times per week.
Swimming at least three times per week.

Phase 3 also includes:
stretching my legs and feet daily to promote healing
no caffeine
and definitely no complaining about my lack of interest (read: hate) in lifting weights

I'm still refusing to count calories and I'm allowing myself to drink occasionally.  My hope is that by the end of Phase 3 I will have lost at least ten pounds and my foot will be healed enough to do some light stationary biking.  I'll be posting my workouts and other updates on Facebook.  I always seem to do better when I have a some sort of public commitment (and a chart, I just love charts!).