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BigAssSuperstar: Un-Weighted: Week Twenty-three

Some of the back-links to the past few weeks' BAS:UW articles may be a little messed up. I realized while writing this that I counted two "week seventeen" articles, so I'm a week closer to the end than I thought. Uh-oh.

Finally made it to the gym on a weekday morning. Went over to Nubody's on a morning with no hot water in the apartment. Did two cycles through the circuit training machines and a bit on the treadmill. And I had a shower in a gym for just the second time in my life. That almost felt like as big an accomplishment as working out. Got back home and found the hot water was restored.

Personal growth/fitness accomplishments this week: I have put in a request to sign up for the Rogers Wireless 5k Run-Walk at the Bluenose Marathon on May 25. And I went for a free introductory lesson at the martial arts place. That went well -- I kicked and punched better than I expected. Entirely ungraceful, mind you, but I lifted my legs higher than I knew I could.

Start weight: 220 pounds
Last week: 208
This week: 206
Change: -2
Total loss: 14 pounds

(This weekend's weigh-ins ranged from a little over 205 to a shade over 207. I had a stable reading of 206 for a while on Saturday, so I'm goin' with that.)

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