Tomorrow, I weigh in. After a week of workouts, water-drinking, and watched calories, I hope the scale will offer me a small reward. I felt thinner today, but I was wearing a new shirt, and that always happens to me when I wear new clothes. Maybe I just stand a little taller.
Last night, I kind of made a mistake, but I knew what I was doing was wrong, so I guess I made a bad decision. I went to a meeting after work, rushed home, donned my uniform, and headed to the gym prepared for an all-out sweat fest. But, I had not eaten dinner.
I ran on the treadmill for what felt like an hour but was only ten minutes. And my body was so tired! So I bailed (and scoffed at my 60 calories burned) and went to the exercise bike. Twenty minutes in, I was beyond exhausted. I started to get angry with my body when I realized I hadn't given it any food to fuel this excursion. I hadn't eaten since a small snack at 3:00, and it was nearing 8:00pm. Sometimes I wonder if I should be left alone with myself.
So, there's another lesson for you, dear readers. Even someone who has been at this for two and a half years forsakes their own rules. Never leave town on an empty tank, and never work out on an empty stomach.
I'm hoping for a one-pound weight loss tomorrow. Judging by the calories in vs. calories out, I might accomplish that. If not? Back to the science lab to examine my Petri dish and adjust accordingly.
PS: The cake was a hit at work! And I didn't secretly hope everyone who ate my favorite cake choked on it. Progress!! :)
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