I made it through the entire Tae-Bo Basic workout without stopping today. I may have done that a few times in the past right before falling off the wagon again, but it still feels like a mountaintop. Before too much longer I may be able to move on to the Advanced workout. I'm going to give it a few weeks, though. For those who don't know, Tae-Bo is a workout that combines the best elements of aerobic dance, martial arts, and boxing. And it's pretty fucking intense.
I've been on a healthier diet as well, and it's paying off. Despite the fact that, dammit, I seem to be coming down with something again, I don't recall ever in my life feeling, physically, as good as I do right now. Emotionally, well, that's another matter. Let's just say it's nothing I haven't endured before.
On the advice of my mother, I'm not going to weigh in every week as I originally planned, but on the fifteenth of every month. The perceived loss of pounds will therefore be more pronounced. Meanwhile I'm just going to keep doing what I'm doing.
I need this very badly.
In other news, for me St. Patricks Day pretty much sucked. I was preoccupied with a matter of unrequited love, and it doesn't help that I've been torturing myself with love songs. It was the sort of day when I wished alcohol didn't upset my stomach so I could booze it up. So instead I ended up at Harper's II and watched a lot of women get naked. That's my drunkenness. I got one entertainer, who is hot enough to be a Vivid girl except I don't think she's inclined to do porn, to tease me wearing my leather coat and nothing else. Most fun I've had in a while.
It was a remedy, but not a cure. And it's certainly not something I have the means to do on a regular basis. Just like being drunk, you have to eventually sober up.
By the way, and this is just something that's been on my mind lately because of my weight loss endeavor, but it makes no sense to be self-conscious about your weight, because it's really just a number. The scale is not your enemy. So when you weigh, don't be afraid of the number that shows up, because it can't give you any worse news than what your own body is already telling you.
Kit Rex has spoken.
I've been on a healthier diet as well, and it's paying off. Despite the fact that, dammit, I seem to be coming down with something again, I don't recall ever in my life feeling, physically, as good as I do right now. Emotionally, well, that's another matter. Let's just say it's nothing I haven't endured before.
On the advice of my mother, I'm not going to weigh in every week as I originally planned, but on the fifteenth of every month. The perceived loss of pounds will therefore be more pronounced. Meanwhile I'm just going to keep doing what I'm doing.
I need this very badly.
In other news, for me St. Patricks Day pretty much sucked. I was preoccupied with a matter of unrequited love, and it doesn't help that I've been torturing myself with love songs. It was the sort of day when I wished alcohol didn't upset my stomach so I could booze it up. So instead I ended up at Harper's II and watched a lot of women get naked. That's my drunkenness. I got one entertainer, who is hot enough to be a Vivid girl except I don't think she's inclined to do porn, to tease me wearing my leather coat and nothing else. Most fun I've had in a while.
It was a remedy, but not a cure. And it's certainly not something I have the means to do on a regular basis. Just like being drunk, you have to eventually sober up.
By the way, and this is just something that's been on my mind lately because of my weight loss endeavor, but it makes no sense to be self-conscious about your weight, because it's really just a number. The scale is not your enemy. So when you weigh, don't be afraid of the number that shows up, because it can't give you any worse news than what your own body is already telling you.
Kit Rex has spoken.