A pound a week. That’s what I promised myself, and that’s what I’m getting.
Today, weigh-in Friday, I’m at 263. That’s 24 pounds in 23 weeks. BO-ring. But it’s the safe, logical, keep-it-off path. So I embrace it.
But BOY do I want to get out of the 260’s. I am reminded that while running is going to be particularly helpful as the weeks go by, in the early term it wakes up my leg muscles, making them stronger. And stronger muscles get bigger. And weigh more. So while it’s nice to be building lean muscle mass, I know it’s holding the number on the scale back a little (for now).
Such is life. Waahh.
Crazy week. Missed writing. Especially since, as we discovered last week, the blog is magic, and in weeks where I write a lot I lose more weight.
Thanks for checking in.
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