I've made no secret - I work out so I can eat cupcakes.
I like cupcakes.
Normally I do not get them, but I will have a cookie or two each night, because I do like cookies too.
Since May, Rebecca (you know the one missing her appendix, whom I *think* Pac inadvertently called a 'hag') has told me that I'm "too thin". As if!
Unless your Karen Carpenter, can one be too thin?
She said it in May, she said it in July and she said it in August. I figured she was just being nice, but then I realized we are never really that kind to each other. I mean, we are, but we aren't. You know?
So, the irony was not lost on me this last Wednesday when I got on the scale for the first time since mid-August. The scale visit was the last date was the last time I was at the gym.
I know. I know. I always have gone one about the gym 4-5 times a week and I have really slacked off. It's been part physical and part mental. Going back there two days ago felt right being back. I'm still having tendinitis pain, but I am determined to power through it for some stuff. Cardio is still tough for me though.
Ok, the actual irony is, yes, I eat cookies, haven't worked out most of the summer and then weighed in at 178.5 pounds - possibly the lowest I have been in two decades.
I think I have found the secret to weight loss.
When I got my new driver's license last month, I made absolutely positively sure that they reduced my weight to 183. I worked hard for that. Down from almost 200. I wasn't letting the DMV rob me of that success. Had I only gotten my license a month and a half later, I'd have 178.5 in print and laminated.
I suppose one could surmise that since I've stopped lifting I've may have lost some muscle mass and not really lost "weight". I guess we will see, as I am back to lifting. I'm sore, but I'm back.
And 178.5 might be too thin.....for me. Becky is right.
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