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My Life Thus Far
Svelte 166
I've tried repeatedly to update you over the past few
days, but some website glitch prevented me from
connecting. Whatever it was I'm glad it's fixed. Nothing
new has been going on, so you haven't missed out on much.
Since I've got nothing better to do, I'll update you on
the two days I was unable to write. My last entry was on
Wednesday, so:
THURSDAY: Snookums had duty, so I had to do my workout on
my own. I was so tired, sick and flowing heavy (if you
know what I mean), but I told myself that if I stuck it
out for 30 minutes and still felt like I couldn't finish,
then I'd call it quits. Well, by the time I'd plugged away
on the elliptical for 30 minutes, I was so into it and had
worked up such a good sweat, there was no way I was about
to quite. I ended up burning 1050 calories, more than the
day before and more than I ended up eating that day.
Nothing much else happened on Thursday, so I'll move on...
FRIDAY: I woke up feeling even more sick and tired than on
Thursday, but thankfully my flow was subsiding. My chest
was starting to feel full (of fluid or mucus, I'm not
sure, but breathing was hard) and I could feel my pulse in
my temples. On top of not feeling well, everything seemed
to be going wrong at the gym. My favorite locker was
taken, my water bottle spilled in my bag and got my
clothes wet, my favorite elliptical machine was taken, all
the treadmills were occupied and my favorite shower was
broken. Nothing seemed to be going right. I almost wanted
to cry and go home, but I gave myself the same ultimatum.
I gave myself 30 minutes to decide whether to stay or go.
I found a secluded treadmill off in a corner with my back
to everyone and I started running. 30 minutes turned into
an hour and when I finally got off and turned around, the
gym was empty and I got my beloved elliptical back. I
ended up burning 1110 calories, my best yet. I know I
won't be able to continue burning so many calories at each
workout, but I'm enjoying it now while I have the time.
I'll be happy with a good 30 minute (an approximately 350
calorie) workout each day. Which is what I estimate I'll
be able to work in each morning once I start my extern.
Today, I've spent the day relaxing and trying to get over
this cold I've contracted from either Kiki's daycare or
the gym. I've narrowed it down to those two areas. There
are at least three snotty-nosed babies in the room of six
and the close proximity and heavy breathing at the gym is
a no-brainer. Kiki is coming down with it, too. Which
sucks because her stuffed up nose prevents her from
drinking her bottle and that's making her mad. Hopefully
we both get over this quickly without passing it on to
Snookums or Annie, who so far appear to be dodging the bug.
I'm really starting to see the results of all my work out
efforts! As of this morning I am a svelte 166 pounds. I
still have a long way to go, but I'm LOVING the way I look
and feel! I bought a new pair of Ralph Lauren jeans last
week (in a size 12) and they are on the verge of loose,
but they still look nice, designer jeans tend to run on
the small side, so I know I'm creeping up on a perfect
size 10. Ultimately, I'm still shooting for 140, but I
feel good where I'm at now. More weight loss is icing on
the cake at this point.
Now, I know there are individuals out there that may read
this and think that my desire to lose weight is
superficial and somewhat stemmed to an underlying mental
imbalance or something like that, but let me assure you.
My weight loss is under control. I'm doing it in a
completely healthy and responsible way and it DOES NOT
consume my every waking moment. Although, it is a very
integral part of my life. My weight GAIN was stemmed to an
underlying mental imbalance (abuse and depression), but my
weight LOSS is the release of all that pain I suffered for
so long. I want to LOOK as good outside as I FEEL inside.
And that's all there is to it. Ciao.
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