Long Time Gone

Well, I bit the bullet and joined the gym. Since I stopped running, I can't even make half a mile before my knees start to hurt and I curse the fact that I am exercising. But I've been on the elliptical twice and the treadmill twice. I just need to keep at it, I know. But when your body won't do what you want it to do as fast as you want it too, it gets really frustrating. I started eating junk again (I just love potatoes in any bad for you form). As a result, I gained about five pounds. I joined the $45,000 Gold's Gym Challenge. I doubt I will win the money, but mostly I wanted my body fat measured. I've lost quite a bit of weight already and wanted to see how great that made me. Not so great. My body fat is still too high. I became complacent because people at work started calling me skinny-minny. I'm as bad as a celebrity - I started believing my good press. I knew that my stomache was still a little flabby, but hey, people were calling me skinny-minny. It was all great. Boy can a measurement really stop you in your gloating tracks.

I am feeling bad because today is my scheduled rest day. I know that it is important to rest, but given where I am physically I just want to keep moving. I might go for a walk after work today. I promise, no lifting.