I don't know why I care about the scale so much. As long as my husband and I think I look good, who cares what the scale says? ...Or anyone else for that matter. Some friends and family tell me how skinny I look and what a tiny waist I have... And then there's others that can't believe when I tell them I run, and they think I wear an XL and ask how much weight I still have to go. Is it because I'm just average size now? I'm going to get both sides? Why do I feel the need to be just a little bit smaller? Anyway... we'll see what the stupid scale says at the end of my cleanse.
Week 7 Day 1 was just an easy jog on the treadmill at the gym. I have a cold so I just couldn't drag myself out of bed in the morning. I figured the afternoon, after some Dayquil would be easier. Eh. I think I had like a 12:30 pace. After my jog, VK Sista' kicked my ass as usual. Here she is going all Jillian Michaels on my ass and adding her weight to my leg press:
My husband and I signed up for the STP again last night. And I also signed up for the Hot Chocolate 15K on March 1st. Eek! So... wish me luck! Onward with the training... and the cleanse... and we'll see what happens!