So, Sunday is my off day from planned exercise. Yeah... totally didn't happen.
I was looking in the mirror this morning. I have a major case of skewed self-image and always hate what I see when looking at myself. Today was different. Today I didn't like the fat, blemished, chick I saw but for a split second I saw something new. The image in the mirror fazed in an out and I saw the image of who I could be if I can banish the other image from my sight. Not that I have glimpsed my possible future, I am more resolved than ever.
I need to destroy the fat chick. I need to kick her ass.
My treadmill helped me burn at least 700 calories today. I watched two hours of that 16 and Pregnant show and drank a liter of water while walking at a pretty decent clip despite the 10 degree incline. I don't have as much treadmill finesse as my cat Lucy, but I think I got the job done.