When I was in college (more than a few years ago), "power hour" referred to a rather intense drinking game. One that I was pretty darn good at, if I doooooo say so myself. FUN.
In these last few days of my 32nd year, "power hour" has taken on a new meaning--the 67 minutes (YES ONE HOUR PLUS SEVEN MINUTES) that I spent on the elliptical this morning. LESS FUN. But, more fulfilling. 6 miles fulfilling. 700+ calories fulfilling.
Tomorrow is the big weigh in day. So, we'll see how effective my last 7 days of being back on the wagon have been.
I miss booze. And I miss chocolate. And I miss Mexican food.
Hopefully I will have shed a few pounds that I WILL NOT miss.
God help me I will make it past the 61 lb loss barrier. One power hour at a time.
In these last few days of my 32nd year, "power hour" has taken on a new meaning--the 67 minutes (YES ONE HOUR PLUS SEVEN MINUTES) that I spent on the elliptical this morning. LESS FUN. But, more fulfilling. 6 miles fulfilling. 700+ calories fulfilling.
Tomorrow is the big weigh in day. So, we'll see how effective my last 7 days of being back on the wagon have been.
I miss booze. And I miss chocolate. And I miss Mexican food.
Hopefully I will have shed a few pounds that I WILL NOT miss.
God help me I will make it past the 61 lb loss barrier. One power hour at a time.
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