Well, age seems to be slowing my metabolism lately, because either my dryer is shrinking all my clothes, or I am going through a horizontal growth spurt. Oy.
It was inevitable. A summer of good (read, yummy) eating and drinking had to catch up with me eventually. My lost poundage found me. Blerg.
And so, instead of whining and beating myself up, I have to up my training and reduce my intake. Garbage in, garbage out. I picked up a new treadmill as a gift to myself and as a supplement to my Greco workouts. I got up this morning in time to kick the rooster in the arse, and left it all on the treadmill while imagining my ass in my favorite jeans. This set the tone for the day so nicely that I just might do it again tomorrow. Surely I will be back to fighting weight by the end of the week? No? Bugger.
-jl
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