I woke up this morning and hopped on the scale, and I swear that damn thing is out to get me. I weighed in at 228 again, up a pound from yesterday. Either my scale is damned inaccurate, which is a definite possibility, or my body is playing games with me. Everyone tells me not to weigh myself daily, but I guess torture is my thing these days.
Suffice it to say, I started my workout in a foul mood. I did a lower body strength training, and did pretty good until I forgot to do any ab work. I then hopped on the treadmill and walked for 2 miles. I know walking doesn't sound like much, but I put on a 3-5 degree hill and hoofed it at about 3.7mph and got my heart rate up to where it needed to be. I started forming a small blister on my heal by the time it was done though.
Paul
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