Are those undies in a bunch or is that elastic just old?

I've been pretty devoted to my workout regiment during this pandemic.  I kind wondered if I could lose 5 to 10 pounds if I REALLY tried.  I figured this was my shot, theoretically working out as much as I wanted.

If anything, I've learned that I'll survive if Coach ever decides to leave the big company he works for, hang his own shingle, and do his own physical therapy thing  . . .

implied here:  I would lose my pricey health club membership that we get complimentary, if he changes jobs.  Prior to this:  a scenario I could NOT entertain.  I would miss my classes too much.  

Early on in our worldly-timeout, I was sleeping in a bit - when my bladder allowed, so not all that often, and working out late morning.  Now with kids back to work I need to help juggle cars, plus I babysit here and there, and my high stress levels cause me to roll out of bed early to workout.

My regimen, in case you are interested:  

#1 BIKE:  Sat, Sun, Tues, Thurs - 10 miles, give or take, on the bike at Coach's clinic.  This takes me an hour.  I burn 500 calories.  No patients are there on weekends so we can wander in whenever.  

I removed my shirt to towel off my sweat when I was done recently.  I'm telling you, I enjoy tons of perks being married to a PT.  Jealous?  
Coach got a new office coordinator recently.  When he and I were tip toeing out before patients one morning, she was like "Oh, that's nice that they let you use the pool."  Um, no.  We do not have access to the health-club's pool-  this is just us being sweaty.  

On Tu/Th we need to be out of there around the time the first patient shows up.   So, Coach and I haul our asses out of bed before 6 am in order to squeeze in an hour at his clinic.

This lead to me behaving a bit like I was Queen of the Clinic, and my kids still make fun of me.  One night at dinner months ago the following conversation happened: 

Coach:  Melanie has an early patient tomorrow, so if we want to workout we have to leave here by 6 am.  

Me:  Wait a minute.  Aren't you the boss?  Can't you tell Melanie NOT  to schedule patients that early so we can workout without having to get there crazy early?  What the hell?

I mean, honestly this was back when their volume was next to nothing, so I was kind of like - she's open all flipping day, tell this one patient SORRY NOT SEEING EARLY PATIENTS ON TU/TH.  My husband works his tale off, and I hold down the fort over here in busy-town, so I'm ready to cash in on the perks.  Big sigh.  

Coach gets me, so he knows that I was completely serious, but fortunately for our marriage he was still able to laugh and pretend not to take me seriously.  True love.  I digress . . .  

#2 FAMILY ROOM WORKOUT:  7 days a week I do what I lovingly refer to as my 'family room workout'.  Tools:  10 pound dumbbells and a band for about an hour.

*I prefer this portion of my workout to be completed BEFORE my offspring wake up and stare at me eat breakfast.  If they talk to me while I am counting reps, I get annoyed and lose track.  As you can imagine, my family room workout and my struggle counting when they distract me leads to MANY well earned imitations.  Imitation, the highest form of flattery, right?

I was doing some jumping lunges and 200 weighted knee-ups on the fireplace, but Coach told me if I was going to continue doing that I should stop complaining about my knee because that was NOT helping it.  'Ole Queenie was like: 'Well if you haven't fixed it by now, I am not listening to you' but then went ahead and listened because his 'real' patients swear by him.   So after I eliminated the knee-damage stuff I extended my walk.

#3 WALKING:  I walk briskly 4.4 miles - it takes me around 1 hour.  On the days I don't bike, and I have to skip my knee straining shit, I extend the walk to 6.2 miles, or 1 hr 25 min.  

Ed helped me download an app to track my calories and my workouts.  Trust me, I'm NOT dieting- but interested in how things add up.  I do eat the same things most days, except dinner, so easy to track.    

Ed found me a running app to track my walks recently vs guessing how far I was walking in an hour.  Turns out I was actually burning 439 calories vs the 265 the other app would give me when I typed in:  walked an hour.  So, suck on that original app.

Bottom line - and yes, pun intended, my not-dieting self burned a ga-zillion calories, or more specifically upwards of 1,400 calories/day.  I don't buy gluten free dessert, so that was't part of my intake.  I cannot weigh myself because the scale I know and trust and sometimes say bad words to, is inside the locked health club.  I assume I have lost some weight, but while I have burned more than I eat every single day and sometimes by quite a bit - I am NOT WASTING AWAY.

Conclusion:  It is physically impossible for me to lose more than what I assume is my initial 5 lbs . . . I'm fine with that.  I don't think I look fat, I just have that "Hey I wonder if I could lose another 5?" thought.  It ain't happening though. 

I know you were nervous that I was going to share
 a photo of my underoos.  Stop it.  I would never. 
These shoes were bought pre-pandemic and I was
 glad to have them stashed in my closet.
  Aren't they the best colors?

At some point when I kiss my pandemic excess time good-bye, I will not be able to workout for 2 to 3 hours/day. 

So recently my underwear started to bug me.  It was not staying on my cheeks.  It made me think, is my butt shrinking, or is the elastic shot in my underwear?  

Since I cannot recall when the last time was I bought underwear, AND I have access to mirrors, AND my pants are not falling off of me, I believe I need to order me some new knickers.

Not sure how this post got to be so long when I didn't even tell you about the tendinitis in my shin and how my dearly devoted cured me by sticking a needle in my shin and I survived. 

Please share: your their least favorite exercise, or least favorite sport rotation in gym class growing up (mine volleyball - weird because I am so tall, but bruised arms, how is that fun?), or something you have gotten PT for.

*edited to add:  Coach and I woke up at 5:50 am to workout this morning (Tuesday) and we could not find the keys to his clinic.  Lad used the clinic to workout late the night before . . . I had to skip my bike ride.  Grrr.  Coach drove to the clinic to see if Lad dropped the keys in the parking lot after waking Lad up and watching him search high and low.  Um, Coach found them in the clinic door in the lock.  Can you say GRUMPY?