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Apparently, my scale at home isn't quite right. Rather, it fluctuates between 10 and 20-pound mood swings, so I sucked it up and weighed myself at the gym.
Gee, I wish I hadn't.
Oh well, hopefully it's an accurate number so when I DO go down (see how positive I am?), I'll know for sure the success.
I got up at 6 a.m. and did 7 a.m. Yoga at the gym.
There were a few times where I really felt like I was going to pass out. And though my brain remembers the days when I was a size 2 in elementary school and could pretzelize my body this way and that, now I simply feel like an elephant in a china shop.
Stomach in the way of this pose, can't lift arms back in that pose. I have to say, it's pretty humbling (ok, fine, a bit depressing). But I managed to survive today, so I'll see how Wednesday morning goes.
TB doesn't much like getting up early, but even though I lose my Sunday night to staying up late (and doing absolutely nothing of value), I kind of like having the traffic be light and getting the exercise out of the way early.
Then again, this was my first day getting up. Ask me in a week how I feel about it. Ha ha!
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