The Gods of exercise are against me, but I'm winning! Yesterday I went to the gym for wellness time. "Ran" my five minutes then just began lifting weights when they closed the gym for a track meet! On the bright side, I made a 90 cent profit--someone must have had a hole in their pants. I decided not to fret about the weights--I honestly did my best. I came home and did some Just Dance. It's not strength, but at least it's movement.
It's been raining for three days straight and today I was slated to run 8 minutes. In the afternoon I finally decided that the rain was not going to get any better and went out the door just as it started to sleet. I began jogging and the sleet came down with real force. Again I felt and I'm sure looked foolish. What kind of an idiot goes running in this stuff? But it was fun. I had my ipod, and it was such a crazy thing to do that it was quite liberating. When I got back I was completely soaked--not damp, soaked. My sweats were wet from waist to heel from the driving sleet. Normally, I would have just gone up to the gym, but it was closed today as well. I changed to dry clothes from the skin out, did a little Just Dance (after all 8 minutes isn't much of a workout) and felt proud. Tonight I ate pizza and cookies. mmmmmm. I did account for them calorie-wise--note: HOW does Sean survive on just 1500 cal???? I'm coming in between 2,000 and 2,2000 it makes all the difference, and so long as I'm losing weight I'm keeping it that way! Nevertheless, I'm going out to shovel snow now to atone for the cookies.
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