Alright. So. Gained 15 pounds over a week and a half. Awesome work, right? I was on vacation--fuck off.
I've lost it. So I'm back down to where I had been. Maybe just a LITTLE under that. I need to go buy a scale. I... actually, I think I'll go do that (because Target closes at 10) so that I can run when I get back. Since... I decided I'll actually start doing that now...
Yeah, that sounds like real dedication right there, doesn't it?
The truth is, my desire to be smaller is still present, but I just have so many other things going on that it's kind of fallen by the wayside. So I'm still eating decently and I take the stairs instead of the elevator and I power-walk to all of my classes--which are at least three blocks away from my dorm, fyi.
so I went and bought a scale. According to that $8 piece of high-tech equipment, I weigh 171 pounds. Which is... embarrassing. But fuck you for cringing, alright? I'm 5' 8 1/2" and have a big[ish] frame. And that's my story and I'm sticking to it.
Anyway. I'm going to go for a run before it gets too damn late here. And then I'll do my homework. And so I'll be up late regardless. Oh. Well.
I also found this particularly bomb website that has a page that gives you exercises that target whatever areas you're after. So like, they've got particular exercises to work the insides of your thighs, or your sides, or your tummy, or your arms, or your calves, etc. It's great. I like it.
I don't think I have anything else to babble about. But I'm starting over. You aren't getting a picture tonight I don't think. Forget it. Not happening. Maybe after a week. I haven't changed any since the last pictures, save for my hair color. And that's negligible. So there.
Kay bye.
I've lost it. So I'm back down to where I had been. Maybe just a LITTLE under that. I need to go buy a scale. I... actually, I think I'll go do that (because Target closes at 10) so that I can run when I get back. Since... I decided I'll actually start doing that now...
Yeah, that sounds like real dedication right there, doesn't it?
The truth is, my desire to be smaller is still present, but I just have so many other things going on that it's kind of fallen by the wayside. So I'm still eating decently and I take the stairs instead of the elevator and I power-walk to all of my classes--which are at least three blocks away from my dorm, fyi.
so I went and bought a scale. According to that $8 piece of high-tech equipment, I weigh 171 pounds. Which is... embarrassing. But fuck you for cringing, alright? I'm 5' 8 1/2" and have a big[ish] frame. And that's my story and I'm sticking to it.
Anyway. I'm going to go for a run before it gets too damn late here. And then I'll do my homework. And so I'll be up late regardless. Oh. Well.
I also found this particularly bomb website that has a page that gives you exercises that target whatever areas you're after. So like, they've got particular exercises to work the insides of your thighs, or your sides, or your tummy, or your arms, or your calves, etc. It's great. I like it.
I don't think I have anything else to babble about. But I'm starting over. You aren't getting a picture tonight I don't think. Forget it. Not happening. Maybe after a week. I haven't changed any since the last pictures, save for my hair color. And that's negligible. So there.
Kay bye.
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