And I started strong with this weight lose thing. Lost a quick 8lbs, then I don't know what happened! Prolly the h-burgs, hot dogs and nachos. Prolly. Not too sure on that, but maybe, a smidgen of those 6 lbs I gained back had to do with my eating habits. It's a toss up. Meh.
So starting week #3 here, down 2 lbs (whoopty-do) and not really feeling that ACE about my progress, I started to think that if I could really dedicate 30-40 mins 3x a wk to my fitness it can only be all bueno. However, it's one thing to write it, read it, and even think about it, then it is to actually do it.
To tell you the truth, it's not fun. Fun would be if I could do curls and make my kids laugh at the same time. Or jog for 30 mins with them all on my back, laughing in my ear the whole way. Thats what I call fun.
Any hoot, I have to find my kick in the sack. My spur to the side bacon. My giddy-up. I thought writing it out for the world to see was enough. I thought my budha belly in black and white was enough. It's not. Heh. I just find it funny damnit.
Grease out!
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