I thought I was going with one ten-pounder at gym on Monday but instead my trainer pushed me to use both the ten pound weights for most of the routines. Dang. That night I thought I would suffer and would continue to suffer for the next two days like always. Amazingly, this did not happen.
The upper body did not ache to high heaven at all. I held up okay but it did take some effort to walk up six flights of stairs the next day at work when the elevator was not working. I could feel the acidic burn on the thighs and butt. Double dang.
But it’s all for a good cause. After all, no pain no gain, right? There’s a good feeling because it was an achievement, being able to handle both the manly weights.
Only certain routines I went back to my four pound weights and they felt so puny and light. Peanuts… hahaha.
Oh… and my weight? As of today, it’s 0.4lbs up from last Friday’s weigh-in and I suspect this slight increment is due to the three orange cookies I ate after dinner during the window to eat. They were calling out to me and I couldn’t resist. It’s okay, a little indulgence won’t derail me, I am still on track.
Angieneering 
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