The color of infinity inside an empty glass

So I did something yesterday that it was high time to do (and that I haven't done in, like, a year or more).

I lifted weights

Well, to be fair, I used Weight Machines, but it's a START!

I did six machines (that's all I felt I could do), leg press, leg extensions, leg curls, shoulder press, forward press and lat pulldowns.

By that time, I was sore and a little weak, so I just walked on the treadmill for a while.

Back to the gym today for Cardio only (OK, maybe I'll do some lat pulldowns but ONLY because my shoulders ACHE and i know reexercising a muscle helps relieve the ache for me.)

Still.. feeling very proud of myself. I'm back on the wagon, and with luck can stay there and really lose this weight before Marie gets there and I'm still floundering in the 260s.

And if I get to 260.. I'll be hunting the iTunes Store for the perfect reward (1 album.. whatever album I want.)

Once again, I'm feeling the flush of fresh success. I DID hit the gym yesterday, did my usual routine (34 minutes on the treadmill, at random level 2, at about 4.2 mph.) and realized that I felt strong enough to up it a bit.

So.. I upped it to 4.3 mph.

My body's not pissed at me, so I guess it was OK. :)

I'm not just succeeding in losing weight, but (slowly) getting fitter. I am succesfully reshaping my body from Fat to Fabulous.

It'll take time, which I have plenty of (and plenty of motivation to keep doing and this don't hurt), but.. it feels good to hit even one small milestole along the way. :)