As in, ouch again. 1.87 miles in 35 minutes on the treadmill, level one hill setting again, and one round of the circuit room. I tried to do two rounds, but I just couldn't. Good grief, just getting up the stairs from my garage was a trial. I need to remember this hurt when I am thinking fond thoughts of Starbucks or Cold Stone Creamery. Although, to be fair, I have been to Cold Stone in over a year. But still...mm...ice cream...wait, no!! Bad!! Down, girl!!
Whew. The downside to being a halfway decent cook is it's easy to get fat. Add psychological issues to the mix, it's even easier. Add elleventy million boxes of Girl Scout cookies a year, assorted easily consumed, fat and/or sugar-laden snacks and convenience foods to the mix and, well...sigh...
So why am I listing what I did at the gym here? As a sort of goad for myself. Making it concrete, you know? This is what I did today...or didn't do. Five days a week, at least four of them in the actual workout room, not the pool. That's what I am working toward. We'll see if I make it, and if I can keep it up. I might even be brave enough to discuss actual weight loss, should I experience any. Right now, I'll settle for less aching.
Oh, and? There was no masseuse waiting for me when I got home!! Dang!