It is my first Wednesday, and off to a good start (sarcasm). I forgot to weigh myself before I left the house, but I'm afraid it will be dismal anyway, so I'd rather not. I only managed to get 2 workouts in this week, and eating... Like I said, I like eating.
However, those workouts were pretty much breakthroughs, because I went by myself even though I really didn't feel like it! On one day I went to the gym at school. There were 2 jocks already working out when I got there. Now, I hate working out when there are tons of jocks. Just saying. By the time I had been on the treadmill for a half hour, there were about 12 of them, teeming everywhere. Needless to say, I had forced myself to stay for the half hour, and then I just left. I couldn't take it anymore. I was proud that I managed to do that. I don't like jocks.