Monday, March 3, 2008

Picking up the Ball

I guess that's what the fear of God will do. I was so freaked out about getting out of the workout habit that I worked out both days this weekend. Specifically, I ran 20 minutes and did about 45 minutes of weights on Saturday, and on Sunday I bundled up the Cricket and took her for a 5-mile run. It was my first since getting pregnant with her, and it felt absolutely marvelous.

And apparently it paid off, because the scale in my office this morning--post-breakfast, no less--read 168.2. It's not official, because I go by the gym's scale, but it's not too darn shabby either.

I think this weekend I'll go down to the basement and dig out the plastic storage box labeled "Skinny clothes," do some switching around, and re-label the box "Fat clothes."

That'll feel good.

1 comment:

VenetianBlond said...

Hey--sounds like goal weight to me! Hurrah, hooray!!