I didn’t lose six pounds last week (lucky stiff). I didn’t gain, I didn’t lose. Apparently my body is perfectly content as is, which is…annoying. However, there is something about seeing HZ report her 6 pound loss that motivated me to go to my parent’s house (where it is actually safe to jog up and down the street at night like a demented idiot, and RUN. At 10:20 at night. Yes, I am redoing week one because I still feel unsteady but I can now say with a great deal of certainty it wasn’t a pulled muscle. That’s a good thing. For my fat butt to run at 10:20pm is a miracle. A MIRACLE. I want bonus points.  Or weight loss. Or both.

I was actually pretty good this weekend. I didn’t continue my path of consuming my body weight in chocolate after Friday night. I had a lovely visit with my friend Sabrina and together we managed to hand over our board positions for a nonprofit group we had volunteered for. One down, one to go and then HELLO free time. WOOT! 

I think the only challenge this weekend was sitting at home on Saturday night eating ice cream sorbet (see, baby steps people) and watching a workout video. Have you ever seen a 65 year old woman with a bikini body? That lady is AMAZING. And she also made me feel like a jerk for whining about my sore muscles.

We can do this. I can do this. Week two begins and I am going to kick some serious work out ass.

Who is with me?