I am powerful. I am sweaty. I have gone back to the gym for the first time in months, and have spent two hours walking, lifting weights, cycling, and stretching. I have worked out the aggression I had against the woman who wouldn't let me back up two feet to reach a parking space and instead took it for herself, forcing me to drive around for about five minutes (no, I'm not one of those 'sharks' who has to get the closest spot, but I came at the busiest time of the day, so I was lucky to find a spot about a football field away. I have worked at a steady pace, walking 3/4 of a mile at 3 miles an hour, working legs, arms, and abs, and doing 20 minutes of the fat burn cycle on the bike. I have stretched out, done yoga, and generally used every muscle I own, I think.
I am going to be so sore tomorrow. In the meantime, I stopped and got a couple of pieces of fish (I didn't want a whole meal, just some protein) at Captain D's, and I'm going to have a nice, juicy, plum, and drink some water. Oh, and I checked; I'm still ten pounds less than I was a week-and-a-half ago (and fifteen pounds less than my all-time highest weight (of 289!), so it must not have been water weight loss after all. I think I'll celebrate with a little Carb Smart ice cream later (the Neapolitan not being quite as good as the chocolate, but not bad, considering that it has no net carbs at all).
Not bad for someone who isn't officially dieting yet. Most importantly, I feel like getting up and moving; I didn't stay at the gym so long because I had to...I wanted to. Crazy, no?
Okay, that's enough of that. I don't want to bore you. But, hey, it's a definite yipee!
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