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BigAssSuperstar: Un-Weighted: Week Fourteen

Merry Christmas, everybody!

I managed to squeeze in two sweat sessions in the gym downstairs amidst all the shopping frenzy and last-minute everything. I'm up to a level where I can actually run for a while. I walk briskly on an incline for a bit... lower the incline on the treadmill... then when an upbeat song comes up on the iPod, I crank it up to something over 6 MPH and run. This week I was impressed that I can keep running steadily for the length of a whole song. (This week's songs: If I Had $1000000 off the BNL Yellow Tape, and Self Esteem by The Offspring.)

There's been an abundance of cookies and naughty food around, but somehow things managed to work out in my favour ....

Start weight: 220 pounds
Last week: 213
This week: 210
Change: -3
Total loss: 10 pounds


Yay! Yay! I broke the 10 pound mark, much to my surprise. Hot diggity! Not so optimistic for this week, as we just unwrapped presents and stockings, and now I have Toblerone, Kinder eggs and Lindt chocolate to enjoy. And tonight there's turkey and stuffing and potatoes and gravy and brownies and nanaimo bars and wine and ... and ... and ... well, I wouldn't be surprised to see me back at 213 or 215 next week, but I'll rejoice for today!
Super fitness-friend thanks to Sandra & Byron for their Pilates-inspired gift this year, which we'll try out here at home. Amanda got me a gym bag, too, so I don't have to carry my gear down in a tattered grocery bag any more. And Shannon & Chris gave us snazzy water bottles so Amanda & I can work out together, safely hydrated. Thank you everyone! Happy healthy ho-ho-hos!
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