I haven't been very faithful about working out this week. I went to BodyCombat on Monday evening, but skipped BodyPump on Tuesday to meet some friends for dinner (and ate about 1500 calories of French-fry-cheesy-nacho-sour-creamy-goodness--yum!). Yesterday I went walking early in the morning for about an hour, and I mowed my yard, which is quite a workout in itself.
Today I finally made it back to the gym. I met Karrie for a workout before she had to go to work; I have the day off. We spent a half hour on the treadmill, then we got on the stair machine for fifteen minutes. You may recall that a couple months ago, I complained about how much I didn't care for the stair climber. If I recall correctly, I could only do about five minutes last time before I had to stop, and then I could only go in short little bursts between long breaks. But this time, I was able to do a solid fifteen minutes, with only a 30 second break after ten minutes. It wasn't easy, and I was sweating profusely, but I powered through. As Jennifer suggested last time, the stair machine is a useful way to gauge how I'm improving in my overall physical fitness. So even though I haven't lost any weight, or really seen any other physical changes, I at least know all this exercise is doing something for me. It's a nice affirmation, just when I was starting to lose motivation.