Woke up today with an insatiable desire to go to the gym. Not so much a "I love the burn" but "this must get done before the day is out." As I have noticed, you do get a bit of a pick-me-up, and so I was eager to get it going early in the AM so I could benefit from a day's worth of endorphins, or whatever. I did manage to get there by 12pm—not morning per se, but on Sunday one could be excused. Managed to remember my iPod for the first time—though I am not sure it actually makes the whole experience better. It could also be that I am not in love with any particular music right now—it makes it less meaningful to have it in your ears. I got my heart rate up to 145—which I think is very much in the 'fat burning' mode. According to the life-cycle, I burned 500 calories. I need that if I'm going to see Dr. Detecto tomorrow. I don't feel any lighter—I wouldn't be surprised if the story isn't what I hope for. My aim is 205, and at last weigh-in I was 208.
Breakfast
2 Eggs (Very slippery yolks; they did not survive)
2 Strips TB
Tea
Snack
10 Blackberries
2 Cheese Sticks
15 Almonds
30 Peanuts
Lunch
Tuna Salad
Dinner
1/4 Breast of Chicken
2 Sirloin Steak Tips
Greek Salad with Feta (is that redundant?)
In a fit of Sunday night dementia, I purchased and put together an enormous shelving unit from the Container Store (if you haven't been there, you really owe it to yourself to go). This is my third unit I'm trying—the two others from Home Depot have just absolutely stank. This one, you can tell is very sturdy. After about and hour and half, I had it together, everything in the basement on it, and the other dismantled and the floor cleaned up. Second time in one day I broke a sweat. I really wanted dessert, for the first time in quite a while. But not the night before weigh in! I'm not sure when I, Plath-like, will wade into the dessert waters with rocks in my pockets, but it wasn't tonight.
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Hi, It really sounds like your energy level is up.,....which is great! How did the move go with the David Deutsch's? Things here stable except Sam's hearing aid isn't working at all. We get it fixed and a new one on Wednesday. That means when we go out we don't talk at all. The time has come. It's just a question of paper work. Keep up your own good work. Love, MOM
Plath was the oven, dear. I think you're thinking of Woolf with the rocks in pocket.
Meanwhile, you won't be doing either of those on a figurative-sobe level with me and the girls around.
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i love to see my name in the blog. am i weird? what did you get your mom for mother's day?
what happens if i leave a comment in an old blog? you miss it, right?
heard about the weigh in and you are right on schedule. i am excited for you. when are you coming to the ice cream store. ruby has been calling and asking. better hurry before you cant... love me
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