Working Hard

According to the scale, I'm down about 2 pounds this week. However, I'm not going to crow about that until I actually go down some more next week or the next week. I got to the gym 3 times, which is way better than nothing, which is what's been going on for the past several weeks. I was relatively careful about my food choices, and logged everything, but didn't go overboard with any extreme restrictions. If that keeps working, then I'm happy because what I did this week feels liveable. My plan is to steadily increase my gym time to 5 times a week.

Jason came to the gym with me today! We did the weight machines for about 20 minutes and then I hopped on the elliptical and he got on the treadmill. Even though he hasn't run for a few months, he did a half hour on the treadmill, with about 20 of those minutes running. So proud!

I did 35 minutes on the elliptical and was working hard! Dripping sweat working hard. I forgot how good that feels. I need some new music, but was getting pumped up by some of my old, fun music that I haven't listened to in awhile.

Even though I was coughing and feeling kind of bleh this morning, once I got on the elliptical, I was able to push all that aside and work hard. Since then, I've been coughing and my throat is sore and I'm just annoyed about that. But so long as I can still go to the gym and not die with the coughing, I'm ok.

Also, I've decided that if I'm still coughing by Tuesday (after the MLK holiday) I'm going to the doctor and demanding that we figure out why I keep getting sick over and over and over again. Seriously, this is getting very old. Maybe I do have walking pneumonia or something, what with the cough and all.