This past week, I was super-strict, logging everything I even thought about eating, pushing myself through tough workouts, all because I was annoyed I didn’t reach my mini-goal last week. Well, consider that mini-goal smashed! I reached it this week, and then some, with a 4-pound loss.
My next mini goal is to lose 10 pounds before the end of November. There are five weigh-ins before the end of November, so it shouldn’t be impossible. Of course, we have the stumbling blocks known as holidays starting in November, so I need a plan. Why can’t Thanksgiving conveniently be on a Saturday, my weigh-in day and “off” day? Hmmph. All I can do is schedule my workouts, make a solid plan, and stick to it.
I got up early this morning and did another Insanity Max 30 workout, and I nearly died. This one was tough! We’re talking burpees with jump lunges after each one, sadistic moves like that. I practically needed a beach towel to keep wiping all the sweat off my face.
After a big loss this past week, I know my loss this week will be pretty small. All the same, I am going to aim for 2 pounds and challenge myself. Here’s to a good week!




I wasn’t able to do much running last week, thanks to the bubonic plague that my dear husband so sweetly and generously passed along to me. (Thanks, honey!) I still have a sporadic cough that rears its ugly head out of the clear blue, leaving me suddenly sputtering and choking, but other than that, I think I’m going to live.
Last week, when my husband started sniffling and coughing, I was of course concerned about him and felt bad that he was sick. But my very next thought, right on the heels of my sympathy for him, was “Oh dear god, please don’t let me catch whatever the hell he has!” I didn’t have time to be sick! I finally have my workouts under control, I’m finally losing weight, I just started Insanity workouts. Being sick would just set me back.