So, in April, the following things were accomplished.
This month I logged:
12,294 calories burned in exercise
60 miles run
1,800 minutes of exercise (that’s 30 hours)
5 weight-training classes
22 days of exercise
Pounds lost? .4
And, since everything was slightly lower than last month, I guess it makes sense that my weight loss was slightly less. But seriously? .4 pounds? That’s just ridiculous.
I have declared May the month of hard-core. I will run 100 miles. I will do strength training 3x/week – 1x/week minimum at the gym. I will cut out all alcohol, except for special occasions, and there are only 5 special occasions in May. 1) This Friday (must celebrate the official end of work, plus the cheetah bought her first ever house, AND it’s her birthday next week); 2) My century bike ride; 3) My half marathon; 4) the board I serve on is having a banquet, and the only way I’m getting through that is with the help of our friend, wine; and 5) the architect’s birthday. In addition, I can have 1 drink on 2 other occasions. Those are my rules.
I will track religiously for one month.
I will not step on the scale again until May 31 (this will be even harder than the drinking restrictions).
And, on May 31, I will have the architect take a picture of me in my bikini. I may or may not share that with the internets. Some of the other cool kids are doing stuff like that, but they are much ballsier than I am.
I am hoping that by the end of May, the scale will have a “3” in 2nd place. Even if the following numbers are 9.8, I don’t care.
Also, if I don’t accomplish all my goals, that’s okay, too. As long as I give it my best go.
And, because it’s Wednesday, shoes:
Isn’t that just fun & summery?