Sunday, June 6, 2010


It wasn't a fantastic week, but it wasn't the worst week either.  My calorie consumption seems to be back on track.  I feel more comfortable about it.  It's not perfect, but it's not bad.  And my low carb plan worked.  I was far more in control of what I ate than I'd felt in a while.  I had cravings, but I could ignore them.

Last week was also a week of no exercise and it ended yesterday when I went for a run.  Now I'm back and ready to kick butt in the gym!

Oh, and last night.  Let me just tell you about last night.  Last night I went to my favorite dive bar, sat down, ordered a drink, and started talking to a cute Irish gentleman.  A very cute, very drunk Irish dude.  At first he thought I was European (thank you patent leather pumps!), and then he started asking me odd questions:

"Do you run?"
Not really.
"Do you swim then?"
"Well, clearly you're in really good shape.  You look really athletic.  What do you do to exercise?"

Ladies (and gents, if you're around), I almost cried.  I've worked so hard and spent so much time in the gym, and someone actually noticed.  And while I'm sure he was trying to pick me up, I'm also pretty sure his comments were based in fact.  He saw my arm muscles and thought I looked good. 

I was walking on air that night.

1 comment:

  1. Yay! Congratulations on such a great compliment!