The gym was vacant when I got there this morning with a few people trickling in later. It seems that most of the people in the building are in the screaming lady's aerobics class. I think that's just awesome. She works them really hard and does a lot of screaming- most of which is behind closed doors and on the opposite end of the building. Again, just awesome.
The scale tipped just a little this morning- not enough to call another pound lost but enough to motivate me to press out a few more reps with each set. It felt pretty good. Running the last couple of days has been treacherous, though. We've got just enough ice on the road to make every run an audition for a youtube video. I find myself trotting along in a combination three-point stance and stick-up-the-butt pogo hop in an attempt to avoid breaking my hip or skidding out of control and ending up on watching myself on break.com from the comfort of a hospital bed.
On a brighter note, I've moved on to another stack in my closet of clothing history. I figure I've gone back about eleven years in size and style. Luckily, I've been rather conservative fashion-wise throughout adulthood and what I wore back then is probably what I'd go out and buy today. Oxfords and Polos, khakis and jeans. Wow I'm dull. I wonder though... if I lose enough weight and thus go back further in time, could I fit into my old parachute pants, ripped 501's, and multi-layered Izod polos? Hey, what about that old Members Only jacket, the Miami Vice pastels, Top-siders, and going sock-less. Ah, the early 80's. Perhaps I've outgrown things in more ways than one.
Right now I'm all about shrinking and I've got a ways to go.
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Good luck, Steve. I'm trying to lose a few pounds myself (about 30) and it's proving to not be an easy thing. I don't feel much like going to the gym these days, but I am counting calories.
Keep up the good work.