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Year Two, Day 129: Eeyore is a Loveable Chap!

I. Am. So. Sore!!!

Mostly my arms.  Amazing that my legs are not that sore. My feet, on the other hand, always hurt.

But my arms!  It is a "good" pain though. I feel like I did some good work.

I told "R" I can work harder next time!

Pretty good for a 54 year-old woman!

R said I should rest today. But I am stubborn. And frankly afraid to rest. Afraid I might lose my momentum!

So I went for an easy workout. I did the stationary bike for 20 minutes and then did 50 crunches.

Then I took  my weight and measurements:

May 26, 2015

Weight: 203
Neck: 15"
Chest: 47"
Waist: 41"
Hips: 48"
Thighs: 23" 
Biceps: 14" 
Compared with today:
September 15, 2016

Weight: 194
Neck: 13.5"
Chest: 41"
Waist: 37"
Hips: 45"
Thighs: 22"
Biceps: 13"
Calves: 15"
Ankles: 8.5"

I have to say, I am getting very impatient.  I feel like I have been working very hard and my weight is barely budging. But then I look at the measurements. There is progress.  And most of all, I feel stronger and more energized!

I am feeling a little vulnerable today though.  I do tend to doubt myself too much. My family (and some close friends) call me "Eeyore".  For good reason!

But I am ok with that. Eeyore is a loveable chap.

And I am too!

Even at my size.  :)

Happy Thursday!


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