Well, first I did a double-take because the scale said I gained 1.8 lbs and I despaired. My grumbling inspired my trainer to have me hop on the scale again, this time after waiting for it to finish blinking it’s zeros at me first. When I did, the scale showed me a much happier number and my despair was gone.
Of course, it’s worth noting that shortly thereafter my trainer almost made me lose the contents of my stomach thanks to a grueling workout, but hey. At least there was despair loss before breakfast loss.
Anyway, last week was a very successful week because I made it to the gym six out of seven days. I even started incorporating jogging into my workout (I’m adding it slowly because I don’t want to rouse the wrath of my knees).
So that’s my story for this week. Up at 6:30 am to hit the gym, back by 8 am to be a mommy, writing a novel while the baby sleeps, and then waking up to do it all again the next day.
My life is awesome.