Numbers: 218.5, fat % 46. Hey, I'm down a half pound! Not bad, considering I still did a holiday party (and it wasn't the food that got me, I was in control there!) and I'm riding the rickshaw this week.
I'm trying so hard not to succumb to the "New Year New You New Resolution" kind of post, but I can't help it. Everybody around is on this "I gotta get in shape" kick, which should wane in about a week or so. And I'm caught up in it. I find myself being extra mindful of my habits. (You'd never know from my weight post this week!) But for the time being, I have to put up with the Y being packed, with everybody around me "starting" diets, and for weightloss spam to be packing my email box and cluttering up cable TV. I'd posted a comment on somebody's blog (perhaps Pound?) that I kind of felt like I should have a free ticket to skip waiting -- like you can pay extra for at Six Flags -- for various weight machines. The holidays spoiled me: I'm not used to having to wait for a bench press or an elliptical machine, dammit! Hey you 115-pound newbie, I've got tenure here! I know that's rude, so I don’t actually say it, but still. Don't I get some kind of priviledge for slogging it out on December 23 before I hit the vicious par-tays? I guess my "reward" is already being in exercise condition, and for not massively gaining. And even though I've put on a few pounds over the holidays, (and they're not over yet, I have one more party a week from Saturday at my house that involves holiday hors o deurves), I'm declaring victory. Once again I was mindful and didn't go nuts. Its usually much, much worse, and that in and of itself is a reward, I guess.