1. For some reason, I keep falling down at the gym. Don't worry--it's not because of vertigo, it's because of poor coordination. Last week, I tripped doing squats and this week I tripped coming off the treadmill (dropping my Ipod and water) and I slipped off the bench while doing a set of shoulder exercises. And Stephen wonders why I work out in the small room way upstairs...
2. Running is getting HARDER instead of easier. Is that supposed to happen? Thank God for Colleen, who just about dragged my ass around Greenlake on Tuesday.
3. Working out and eating right is getting dull. There, I said it. Sometimes I spend my free time watching Food Network and fantasizing about pumpkin ravioli and triple-fried potatos. Paula Deen belongs in jail. Don't believe me? Check out this recipe:
http://www.foodnetwork.com/food/recipes/recipe/0,,FOOD_9936_34925,00.html?rsrc=search
4. And it's not like this effort is paying off in spades, either. The poundage is pretty slow to leave my body, but at least this week I lost the pound I gained last week AND it took one of its fat little friends with him. Hope they're gone for good.
5. I'm getting awfully macho. He may deny it, but on the tricep pull machine I lift heavier than Stephen does. Probably on some of the other machines, too. I'm all about muscles, baby.
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