Four days of weight lifting, a bit of step aerobics, 6o minutes of yoga, tons of walking, plenty of green veggies, relatively no alcohol, and what do I discover this Monday morning?
A pound of weight gain.
Sure, it could be water weight or muscle mass or blah blah blahbiddy blah, but still? Really? And on a Monday, to boot? Maybe I should have rethought that yummy brown rice crispy treat and/or the Jamaican Grape Nut on a cone?
Heading to the gym tonight for TBC. I’ll attempt to make-like-a-tourist and snap a few exterior shots for you, as one of the gyms I frequent is in the heart of Times Square. I call it The Hidden Gym (because it’s tucked inside a hotel) despite the humunghuge sign advertising it on the outside.
Breakfast was another Overnight Oatmeal Smoothie (this time vanilla-flavored), but I do believe I’m all tuckered out on those thangs. Need to mix it up.
Need Overnight Oats.
See you soon.