Last night I made it to the gym for the second time since the beginning of December. I blame it on work…that’s my industry. In December we are planning and doing everything it takes to make a campaign go live, we are partying (a lot) and networking and drinking (or in my case making excuses to get out of drinking). I had parties nearly every day in December and when I didn’t I had dinners and when I didn’t I stayed late at work (which seems to be my life). So I typically weigh in at 137. It’s very consistent and about as regular as the sunrise.
So, yesterday I made it to the gym and it was great. Granted, I meant to get there about 8 so I could watch American Gladiators, but I finally got there about 8:45. Meh, I had work to do. Anyway, I weighed myself and I was 134. I’ve pretty consistently been 134 since about Thanksgiving. I don’t know how I managed to do it, and I know 3 lbs isn’t a ton, but when I haven’t changed my eating habits and I haven’t been working out, how I lose 3 lbs is beyond me.
Now, I know there’s the argument that when you stop working out you lose muscle, but I don’t actively life weights (yes, I know I should). You could say it’s leg muscle from running, but I still walk everywhere, I bet maybe 3 miles a day. I don’t know how I did it, but I certainly don’t mind it. I can’t tell a difference, but I’m hoping last night was my first night back to hitting the gym the way I like to so that I can lose a little more and just be consistent in my routine. I like working out, it makes me feel better. I need to stop working so much!
Anyway, on a more positive note, I woke up this morning and was already sore, which means this afternoon is going to be awesome! I LOVE that sore feeling you get when your muscles have been ripped and are healing. Awesome.