...that starting in the middle of January, I could go to the fitness center 5-6 days a week for roughly an hour or more each time and not lose 1 single pound in 2 months?
...and then I hit a patch where I'm just tired. I pushed through the extremely busy times of the beginning of March and now that things have slowed just a touch, I've been ready to crash at night...and allowed myself to do it. I've simply said, "I'm not going tonight". I haven't been there at all in 1 week and only 2 or 3 times in the last couple of weeks. What's my punishment for this lapse in determination? I lost 2.5 pounds. Go Figure!
I guess I've learned that you don't have to kill yourself, just work a little. I figure if I cut back to 3-4 days per week, walk to the dog more often, and continue to REALLY watch what I eat...MAYBE I'll have finally found the right mix for me... of course that is unless it was just my scale playing an April Fool's Day joke on me.
Huh. Well. That's it for now! Exciting pictures to come later this week or this weekend. Duane finally told his mom the "big surprise"...so now I can share!
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