Dude. Seriously. I'm in awe. But we'll get to that part later.
I went to the gym yesterday and worked my patooty off. According to Google Maps, the closest Gold's Gym here is 16 miles away. It's a trek, that's for sure. The next closest one is 30something miles away. Makes me appreciate the abundance of Gold's at home. Anyway… the gym I went to is pretty new and HUGE. I'm guessing it's so big since they don't seem to have any others in the immediate area. It's so big that one of the employees couldn't remember where the elliptical machines were. I eventually found them upstairs with a stellar view. I could look down to the first floor where all the bikes and treadmills were. Perfect for people watching. My goal was just 20 minutes on the elliptical. I tend to go overboard when I haven't been to the gym in awhile, and then get so sore it's hard to go back soon. I ended up doing 32 minutes, 2 minutes going backwards. Seems so easy, but damn, my thighs were burning during those 2 minutes. I'll have to work on that. Afterwards I headed to the locker room, and whoa, it was beautimous. Insanely awesome. Washed my hands and rinsed my face, and turned around and dum-dumdum, a scale. A real medical type scale. Ooooh, I have an opportunity to see if mom's scale is whacked. It was a couple pounds more than mom's but then again I had just finished guzzling 2 bottles of aquafina. So, mom's scale is actually accurate.
We have now arrived at the part of awe. I have actually lost about 10-11 pounds in 2 weeks. Crazy. Never happened before. I'm shocked. I'm super pumped. I still don't know what I'm doing different, but maybe it's just cuz I'm not paying much attention to it. So, I will try to continue to not think of it. Ha, yah, let me think about not thinking about it. Loverly dilemma.