She is my hero.
Then, I came home, at a bowl of Capn Crunch with Crunchberries with soy milk and then went to Boot Camp Class at my gym, where I dusted some really skinny girls, including one with a six-pack, in the final sprint. Nobody noticed but me.
But I'm the one who matters.
I have to not judge my progress by other people because I don't know what their stories are. I don't know what their cholesterol is like, or how fast they run. I just see their abs and want to cry, because I want those abs. Heck, I want the abs I used to have.
But I am having a late lunch, and since I've estimated that I've burned about 1800 calories in my two workouts, I get a small portion of fried potatoes. Just enough to keep me going.
3 comments:
I can't even see their abs and I want their abs. Currently in Dublin at our hotel's business center charging the iPod for tomorrow's flight home. Required to report that two weeks of cheese, beer, and every manner of potato have turned my abs to hash. Will redouble efforts upon return home. Love the blog.
Thank you! Good luck with getting rid of the cheese and beer. Wish I knew a way to get over those.
Excellent taste in blog lists.
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