Week three weigh-in.
I left work, headed to the gym and was resigned to the fact that I felt terrible, I had cheated over the weekend and I was going to back slide this week.
With that in mind I pounded out a few miles on the treadmill before the weigh-in, hoping for a last second miracle. Well, either I got one or I hadn’t backslide as much as I thought.
I dropped 2.8 lbs last week, by far my biggest achievement. I feel lean. I feel mean.
Lessons from last week:
I am still working out twice a day, although most of my body appears to be thanking me, my knees are plotting my untimely death. Apparently I need to invest in some Epsom salt and a few baths a week.
It is OK to make good choices when I am out on the town, but it is also OK to indulge (a little bit).
Soda is not worth it. Period. Even that Dr. Pepper I drank that tasted really good. I was bloated for HOURS after that. Lesson learned.
Running is hard. I really really hate it. However, I am determined to get used to it. I have made it up to two miles at a time. In the next two weeks I hope to get to three miles. That is my goal.
My dog runs faster than I do. I knew this already, but it really chaps my hide. I will also be working to match my pace with hers so that we can run together and she won’t embarrass me.
We actually do take our mid-challenge measurements next week…looking forward to that!