30 min. X 2 on the elliptical.
20 minutes of running outside.
40 X 2 crunches.
As s far as what I ate: I nibbled sparsely all day, save for my weekly indulgence of one can of Regular Coke and a chocolate bar — 3Musketeers, to be exact. Then I blew it all by eating a giant, fat-laden dinner. But that was kind of the point. I worked to earn that dinner, and believe me, it tasted heavenly.
Eventually I'll probably start posting results from my weekly weigh-ins. But I haven't yet worked up enough courage to step on the scale. I'm not fat. I work out religiously and eat healthy. But once upon a time, I WAS big and gross and fat, and I suspect I'll be haunted for the rest of my life by the fear of slipping back into that pit of despair.
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