I got up an hour early today to begin my exercise regimen. It seemed pretty easy when I was thinking about it. I'd get up early, walk/run on the treadmill for 45 minutes and chart my progress for motivational purposes. I figured I had 3 to 5 miles in me easy.
Oh HELL no. I made it 19 minutes. Traveled about a mile and a quarter walking/running. What has happened to me? I mean OTHER than becoming both old and fat. That thing kicked my ass in the first round. I will not give in to this motorized Satan spawn however. Round two begins tomorrow. 0600. I will make 20 minutes, I will make 1.3 miles. Then I'll up that the next day.
I am going to lose two pounds a week. I am going to do this. I will not lose.
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
I'm going to write about this here. Read it if you want for entertainment or motivational reasons, but I'm going to put it here to shame my fat ass into doing it. I weigh 270 pounds. I can't run a mile. This is rediculous!
So starts Day 1. GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!


