Yesterday I got on the dreaded scale and measured myself so I could have something to look back on in a few months and know that I will NEVER reach that point again.
- Weight- 201
- Bust- 46
- Wasist- 42
- Hips- 46
- Arms- 13.5
- Calves- 23.5
I really do have a love/hate relationship with running. Last night I decided to officially get back at it. My goal was to run a whole mile. I had done it before several times, but that was several weeks ago. I started out with my mile mapped and thought "oh, this is going to be a piece of cake"- excuse the food pun. I rounded the first corner while listening to "All I do is Win", thinking to myself I might actually be able to go farther than a mile. As I round the second corner about 1/3 of the way into my mile I felt death knocking on my doorstep. I was sweating and breathing hard with the thought of just giving up. I told myself it was okay to walk a little if I needed to- so I did. I caught my breath and started running again after a couple of minutes. I finished the mile running- not walking. It ended up being about 3/4 of the mile that I ran and walking the other 1/4. But you know what? I am okay with that. I could have been laying in my bed watching "How I Met Your Mother", but instead I decided to get up and start my new life. Below is my quick exercise program for the night.
- 1.28 miles, 19:35
- 40 jumping jacks
- 30 crunches
- 20 squats
- 10 push ups
- Total of 277 calories burned



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