Yesterday was my first weigh-in. I was excited and then I stepped on the scale. 2 pounds lost. I was a little disappointed because I thought I lost more than that because clothes are fitting looser and I can walk further without being out of breath. Then I remembered that I lose inches quicker than I lose weight so even though I didn't get measured for inches lost just by the way things are fitting and how I'm feeling I'm doing good! I refuse to let this discourage me!
Last night I went to this kick class. It's a mix of kicking and punching so I guess it's like kickboxing? In any case, that class whopped my ass! I am proud of myself though. I stayed up until the last 15 minutes of the class cause they were getting down on the floor and doing push-ups and my knees are bad. I fell a few years ago while out delivering flowers and putting any pressure on them at all hurts so so bad. I can't even kneel on my bed to grab something out of the windowsill without it hurting and making me want to cry. I think I did good for my first class. I sweated my ass off and LOVED IT!
I think they have a dance class on Friday morning I'm going to try to go to.
Did I mention that I love working out? Cause.. I LOVE WORKING OUT! |
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