30 minutes on the elliptical while listening to the Joy the Baker podcast then a bit of free weights and either some biking or yoga tonight. I'm thinking yoga since I've been biking quite a bit lately, or a walk at the Huntington Beach Central Park - I've been meaning to do that for AGES.
I also wanted to discuss a win I had last night. I weighed myself. Big deal. I haven't done it in a long long time. I do it once every 3 months or so. Well, it wasn't happy. My belly is bursting right now, but last week it was doing well.
Anyways, I wasn't freaking out. Instead, I headed to my room and just shrugged it off. It's not impossible to get myself to 111-115, but it's hard on my body. I looked emaciated, I had all the symptoms: brittle hair and lines on my face, particularly because my face and arms look so thin. In the long run, I became angrier even though at first, it was exciting.
Maintaining took its toll and now my metabolism is super slow. I know I need to eat more to fix it all and the 15-20 pounds of weight gain are not permanent conditions. It's a work in progress. I'm a work in progress.
I want to celebrate what I do though that others don't... even if they look "healthier:" I eat healthfully, all the time. Okay, except dessert. AND I workout more than enough, and I give it my all.
This is my first time to your blog so I'm not familiar with your story at all! Ouch to the knee, but yay to your win!
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