Shit just got real, y'all. (And I don't think I've ever felt whiter than I did just now, typing that sentence.)
I ran/walked 3 miles yesterday, and felt super proud of myself. That's 3 times in 4 days! Look at me go! I'm more machine than man! My body, still craving the couch/internet/nachos regimen and sensing that I recovered from The Incident in the Bedroom, decided to up the ante.
I stepped on the scale this morning, and I'm back up to 137. I swear to God it smirked at me when the numbers stopped blinking. Stupid scale. I should have known it was just toying with my emotions last week when it promised me 134. I should have known it would never change it's ways.
How is that even possible?? How can someone run/walk 3 miles for three days and gain weight?? Did I build so much muscle in that time that I bulked up? Cause I've looked in the mirror, and I assure you, that crazy female body builder with veins sticking our of her neck is a far cry from what I'm seeing.
I think it's a test of wills.
Hell to the yeah! I figured out how to use the paperweight on my desk with a screen.
ReplyDeleteI think it's genetics...or like the "it's a microwave" thing. Because I am now sort of running again after dealing with...a hip injury. Word to the wise: Ben Gay helps put down revolutions.
VIVA LA BEN GAY!
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