So I had a pretty indulgent weekend. Nothing beyond salvation, but too much food and wine. And I expected a decent jump on the scale, but to my surprise it not only remained steady but dropped a pound. I'm not getting too excited, because the scale is a finicky bitch. But I have kept up with my tough workouts this week. Pushing myself with the kettle bells, and getting my cardio in. I even fixed my heart rate monitor - so hopefully I will be able to get a better read on my calorie burn during lifting.
I am really liking the lifting - I love getting stronger. No definition yet, but the inches are going down. And that is all I can ask. Part of me would love to get to my goal by the time I get pregnant again, but that might be too much. I prefer taking my time right now. Being able to indulge a bit and learn and tweak as I go. Not stressing about every week and every pound.
I know I will still freak out in the future - I expect nothing less of myself. :) But I feel like I'm getting better, and that is what matters.
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