Well, hello there Mr. Weight Loss. Welcome. I've been expecting you, and I am a little annoyed that you're late. It's okay though, as long as you made it here safely. Please meet mr. Weight Gain. Sadly, he can't stay. He was just about to leave. :)
Yes! I am 1.2 kgs down since yesterday - the weight loss race is ON!
In a perfect world, I would reach 91.0 kgs by Saturday morning - and with my track record it is not impossible. I'm not sure it'll actually happen though, as my weekend spike day really messed with me this time around. We'll just have to see, won't we?
Yesterday, I met with my coworker, who is also a gym coach, at the gym. He showed me all the machines, what to do, how much, for how long and made sure I had a good understanding of them. He's such a great guy, and super supportive of my weight loss. He's agreed to take good care of me for the next month, two times per week, free of charge - simply because he has seen my results and wants to give me the award of beefing up my body a little. That is probably the best gift I have gotten during this journey (other than my
AMAZING BASS that Fender currently is building for me).
Today, however, I am home sick. First of all, after the session yesterday, my leg started hurting. I don't think it's anything critical, but I do think I over did something and my right thigh is very upset with me. And to top it off, I think the flu that my wife has and/or the pneumonia that my daughter has have finally realized that there was one more person in the household that it could bring to the ground.
No matter, I am excited that I have started exercising and committed to it by meeting with my friend, and I'm excited that I'm losing weight again. Three gain days in a row is a little much for me.
Life is good.