Last Saturday we ventured up to Mount Major for some hiking. Chris and I hiked this mountain a couple of years ago and thought the view from the peak was gorgeous. Time helped us forget how difficult the hike actually was--not to mention the first time around neither of us had extra weight in the form of an infant or toddler. It was quite a challenge, but well worth the blood, sweat and tears. Three weeks post surgery, I don't think this is exactly what my doctors had in mind when they told me "no strenuous activity."
Yes, indeeedy do. 0.0 is exactly the amount of weight I lost this week. Irritating! Here's the breakdown: number of times I cheated on my diet--ZERO! number of times I worked out--FIVE!! (running, no less). Now that is a mean, mean slap in the face. After I picked myself off the floor and resisted the urge to throw the scale through my window, I've come to realize that it is time to call in the big guns. There will be no messing around. Through a very valuable (HA!--sense the sarcasm) inservice this year, I've learned that I am "Green," meaning logical, research based, problem solver, mathmatical thinker. I am applying the same thought and strategy to my 'get fit' adventure. There will be no relying on the treadmill to tell me how much I've burned. That thing lies, LIES, LIES!! Take for example, the fact that each time I worked out, I burned at least 300 calories--most often 350, my pulse was around 87 (which is pretty much a near death resting ...
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