I've been going to boot camp style work-outs now since January. My Monday night sessions with Trainer Girl, a handful of fabulous grandmothers and most recently another young'en such as myself. The grandmas look great, especially my mom and aunt, and the girl who's my age (round-about) who's getting married soon has a visibly improved waistline. Mine, however, has not changed at all.
I take that back. In six months, I lost 5 pounds and a few inches. It was good, I was feeling better and my clothes were falling off. Wii Fit even said, "that's normal." Once. Then we took a vacation and in one week I gained back the entire five pounds. Since then, I've gained another five and my once loose-fitting pants are now impossible to button out of the dryer. Boo hiss.
So... there's a new challenge on the table, and I'm going to win. I need to lose 20 pounds. NEED to. Ten weeks, twenty pounds. The loser has to buy a pedi for the winner. First weigh-in was last Monday, this week we're off because Trainer Girl is on a body-breaking retreat. I haven't been totally with it this last week, but today was the day. I started a healthy diet. I'm going to look fabulous by my birthday!
Okay, the two cocktails and large piece of fudge weren't the best choices, but I didn't have any ice cream or anything fried. For me, this is fantastic. Plus, I ran this morning, which is something I'm going to have to start doing nearly every day. Blugh. I can do this, though.
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