sigh
so it's been almost three weeks since i started my exercise program, and i've only missed out a couple days! the weekend when i went out to drum and bass i only exercised once because i walked all the way to the die maschine from my house, danced around a bit, and the next day walked all over wolsely carrying about 10 thousand pounds in my backpack, on all that icey bullshit that makes walking 10 feet seem like walking 10 miles.
i have been doing well with my diet as well - i've cut out a lot of unnecessary sugar and trying really hard to watch my carb intake. i've only broken down a couple times, but been sooo good even when i did. i mean, i went to a movie and only had a popcorn that i shared with jarret! i'm a popcorn fiend so for me thats damn impressive.
i have yet to get back on the scale though - i weighed myself when i started but i've always had such bad luck with scales. i'm afraid that i will not have made any progress and don't want to discourage myself! i feel better though.... i like exercising when i am stressing out because it helps me relax. instead of going insane while sitting at my desk and trying to read about DOS file encryption utilities, i just go ride bike until i'm too tired to be stressed out anymore.
yay for endorphins.