Okay, yesterday I had a deadline that didn't allow me time to workout (or anything else). I've got another one today, but I don't think it will be that bad, so I'm going to jump on the scale (oops -- should have done that BEFORE breakfast) and then try one of my new Express Workouts from Gilad, the Israeli stud muffin. Good News: even in full PJs, LARGE watch (it's at least a pound), and with a mug of tea, two pieces of toast and an egg, I'm only 112.6! That's good. So if I keep up the work outs and sensible starvation, I should make 110 within say, 6 months. Yes, I'm kidding. But I was so overly optimistic at the beginning of this deal, that I don't want to set any more deadlines I can't make. I'd still like to get back to my old fighting weight of 105, but I'll be okay with 110 if I can make all 110 a bit more solid. Ooooh -- just thought of a great name for my new weight-loss program: "Squidge Be Gone." Like it? LOVE IT! Don't steal it anyone, I thought of it first.
So, I'd better go work on it for 1/2 hour before I get started on that deadline.
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