I’ve gone to the gym every day since January 6th (well, except for the 3 days I was sick with the latest form of plague spread by the germ factories). I’ve been watching what I’m eating, and the scales tell me I’ve lost 10 pounds as of this morning.
So yeah, was feeling pretty kick-ass when we went out for a walk today. Until I hit the icy part of the path by the Don River, and slipped.
It’s hard to feel kick-ass with an ice pack on my knee. Sigh.