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Tuesday, April 12, 2005

Sunshiny Day

A beeeutiful weekend. 90 minutes of working out on Saturday, the afternoon spent with my younger sister riding bikes, painting nails, and chalking on the driveway.
Later, Aaron comes home and we head to dinner and crash watching a movie at home afterwards.

Sunday, another gorgeous day, we meet with many of our friends at a park to do some grilling, play some games of volleyball, and badminton. (My favorite) A perfect end to a perfect weekend.

Yesterday found me back at the gym, another hour or so, and Aaron comes home early and we do yardwork. We also prep the boat and proceed with THE UNVEILING. The smell of moth balls hits us in the face and we smile knowing our boating days are about to begin, they are just around the corner. We figure we'll be out on the water by May 1st. It will definitely still be chilly, but pleasurable.

I'm in high spirits today, and hope to carry this throughout the week. I'm going to hit the gym tonight since Aaron will be working late, and even though I've been rewarded with a now 10 POUND GAIN, I will not falter because this crap just has to come off. Right...?

Which brings me to a comment that is sticking in my head from Saturday from a lady at the gym. We have a circuit available for strength training along with the ellipticals, treadmills, etc. A lady that was right behind me in routine asked me afterwards if I was the one on the thigh machine before her. I was. She told me she absolutely couldn't believe the weight that was on the machine when she tried to do it. I do 100 pounds on the thigh machines, anything less doesn't even feel like I'm working anything. My legs have always been stronger than any other part of my body.
So that comment just lifted my spirits and gave me renewed confidence that I'm doing something great for my body. Although the SCALE isn't cooperating, I'm relying on the fact that Aaron says I'm slimming down and he can see it.

God, I hope he can see it. :)

4 Comments:

  • At 2:50 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    I am going through the same thing. I bike about 15 to 25 miles A DAY. Almost everyday (I don't go if its thundering and lightening out...)...the scale is thisclose to getting tossed out the nearest window.

    Stupid scale.

    We are going to add a 4 mile walk to all of this...at night..after dinner.

    I am seriously on the edge here. Somethings gotta give man. I am working WAY too hard at this to not lose anything at all.

    *grumbles*

    - Jen

     
  • At 4:55 PM, Blogger Dazed said…

    100lbs on the thigh machine??? I bet Aaron loves those sexy strong thighs girl! Keep it up, it will pay off!

     
  • At 6:59 PM, Blogger lainb said…

    your weekend sounds fabulous! badminton is one of my favorites too (I love anything with racquets & a net--tennis, badminton, ping-pong)!

     
  • At 1:24 AM, Blogger Thumper said…

    See? That's proof that you're adding muscle. Muscle weight is a good thing.

    I wouldn't mind weighing what I do if it was all muscle. 'Course, then I'm be one freakishly large muscle-woman and I would terrify small children and grown men, but I could live with that... ;)

    You're awesome! Keep going!

     

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