Damn this week. I don't know if I lost two pounds, because I've been scared to weigh myself. However, I am very pleased to report that I ran three times, took four or five bicycle trips, and relished the sight of the bare roads and sidewalks, all newly cracked and heaving, but dry. I made granola, and chicken stock from scratch, packed food for work and school, used my hula hoop and dumb bells, and pounded out 20 minutes straight on my aunt's treadmill. Can I also say that Tim gets puffed keeping up with me?
Goals for this week:
- plan meals
- refrain from eating after 7pm
- run four times
. . . and this is what I looked like, two weeks ago in jeans. Progress?