I’ve moved past the phase of dreading every workout. I am officially totally addicted. I worked out every day last week, except Saturday. And not working out Saturday drove me crazy. This has happened to me once before, and it was this addiction that got me into the best shape of my life. Well, addiction + divorce….whatever…I was in damn good shape!
I’ve learned that being over 30 sucks when it comes to losing any weight. Although I’ve finally broke the barrier. The scale has stopped moving up…and has finally….slowly…painfully slowly…started moving down. I went from my highest weight ever of 147.8 last monday to 144 by Friday. It’s about f’ing time! Today, among a bunch of mid-evil torture exercises I was forced into, I pulled my well over 200 pound trainer around the gym with rubber bands around my waist. He was having a great time skiing, I was the boat with no motor. I told him his ass needs to drop a few pounds…then I fell on the floor and died.
Two weeks from now when I’m trying on dresses, this better be well worth it!
