Eight days a week

Well, I can proudly say that I've been putting in 1-2 hours daily since Sept. 12. I had one of those miserable "fat" days and said to hell with it, I'm doing this thing! Yesterday, I told myself that I was going to run a mile in 15 minutes. But, by God, I shaved two minutes off and did it in 13! As soon as I hit the mile marker and saw my time, I grinned so big that I bet the quaint little exercise room glowed for miles. I couldn't wait to get on here and GLOAT!

I haven't been able to do that since high school! I'm not even sure I could do it then. I did a lot of running in soccer but I was no track athlete.

I don't have a scale but I don't need one to feel this good. As far as dieting is concerned, my body has become a telephone to my consciousness, saying, "Nuh-uh, you don't need those fries," or Jill's favorite, "Once on the lips, forever on the hips." It hasn't been hard to say no to excessive eating and junk food, which is a really nice motivator. 

I run a mile and then walk a mile, I do the Stair Master for 10 minutes, and then leave some good ol' sweat stains on the seat of the weight machine. I concentrate on my arms there because my legs are too busy humming! I lift 50 pounds pretty smoothly. I think John can bench, like, 100 pounds but I don't think I'm going to aim that high. I just want to lose that flap of skin under my arm that whips with the wind. And it's nearly gone! 

So, here I am. Bragging. I hope this motivates you guys. :) :) :) :) :)