Blaa, blaa, blaa, waa, waa, waa

Well, the last two mornings I have been 160 pounds and today my "fat pants" are almost all filled in. They aren't really fat pants, but anyway.

How come when I start to attempt to get back on the band wagon, things seem to get worse?

I exercised 40 plus minutes (partly in the at the cycle class) today at the club, getting up at 4:50 AM to do so. I kept telling myself that "I am a winner" because who else but "winners" would get up at 4:50 AM and keep trying to stay and get back in shape? However, my enthusiasm and monotone voice were in stark contrast to the words.

I didn't exercise yesterday (sad). It was a hard day in parts yesterday, like a grind. (Picture a GRIND as in grounding coffee beans)

So far this semi-fast thing is missing on the "fast" part. But I'm trying! It's a new day and "I'm a winner." God bless.