Well, I still haven’t fallen of the wagon even though I had a terrible Easter weekend. (foodwise) I can’t resist my Dad’s cooking. It was like the last temptation of Christ. There I was faced with a row of food, beckoning me, saying, ‘eat me’ ‘eat me’. Southern cooking is no joke. *sigh* So I took my butt to the gym and stayed on the treadmill until I sweat in spots where I didn’t think it possible to sweat. I weighed myself today thinking I really screwed up. By some miracle I managed to lose three pounds. Go figure.
In the meantime, though my workouts are still hard, I’m able to get through without coughing out a lung. And the guy in my aerobics class, yeah, I still see his balls.