Towards the end of work today I got into a wishy washy mode. My tummy had some serious goblins yesterday, but I went to the gym anyway – and then today it was just no good – lots of hoots and hollers from belowdecks. Either way, about 30 minutes before i planned to head out, I got a really good second wind. I harnessed it and envisioned myself pounding away on the treadmill. I kept that vision in my head as I trucked up to Park Avenue. And then I realized, when I got into the sweaty locker room full of greasy thongs – I had forgotten a hair squozy — you know, that thing to keep my hot thick head of hair off my neck and face. I almost let it derail me, but no – I went up to the front desk and asked for an old school rubberband.
Then, I hopped on the treadmill and pounded away at 2.34 miles. I walked super fast and jogged.. I guess super slow. I wanted to stay longer, but it was peak hours and frankly, I was tired (and the ole knee was acting up. anyway, something else I wanted to boast about is that my home scale lies. But that industrial bovine weigher in the locker room does NOT lie and it told me a different weight than I had originally thought! So kids, I am going to be one hot bitch some 4th of July. I feel good. I like this challenge of counting every little calorie and tracking the exercise — it’s really helpful on days like today – when I have dinner plans. I know where we’re going, I know my calorie allotment…
… and I know I’m going to forego most food so I can have fun with my other favorite: vino!
Red wine is good for you!
And I think getting any form of exercise each day is a good thing. You should feel very proud of yourself.
Oh and my home scale calculates body fat and according to it, I’m morbidly obese. I avoid that scale.