Pretty good. I was told I need to up my exercise game and eating game by my doctor. He wants to see if some things that came up in my blood work are diet or genetic. I tried to up my game, but I did not. I prefer to sleep in and spend my nights in bed. If there was only some way I could exercise in my apartment... where the boy or the roommate would never ever EVER catch me doing something. There is a gym in my building, but the single weight machine is an everything machine and I can't quite figure out how to work it. Excuses excuses. I could easily walk down to the other building owned by my rental company and use that gym. But that would require an atleast 7 block walk.
I am going to away for work. I know the hotel has a gym, so I should have no excuses not to go workout just a bit. And for Heaven's sake, why am I not just using the bike machine. I guess I am so set in what I want to do and what I am supposed to do, it is hard to get past that. The boy asks to go on walks, or why don't I just go on walks, but I am not a walker. I walk to work and I hate it. I am getting to work in 7 minutes and not feeling fatigued at all. It is excellent.
I need a new scale. My scale says its currently has 12lbs on it and there isn't anything on it. You would think I could do the math, but I thought I had gained weight and was feeling rather discouraged. Went to the doc and was down 26 pounds from where I started. However, it is where I think I started, so maybe I was not as heavy as I thought I was. In any case, my pants no longer fit. Well, my work pants don't. My jeans are fine, which sucks. I want everything to fit me differently. I put on a shirt that fit me, but the waist band on it made it impossible for it fit fully. The other day I put it on and I was so excited. No one else was excited with me.
They have weight watchers at work. I might need to do that. A support group does not sound bad right about now.
