I SOOOO didn't want to get up this morning.

Today was the "official" start to my strength program (created by my honey. If you recall, I agreed to give 3 months of his choice of work out for me, since I was seeing less results myself.)

I dragged myself out of bed, dressed in the dark, so as not to distrub my hubby, and headed out.

I ran, for half the normal time, then hopped on the machines.

I am glad to say I made it, but I think I need more cardio... Not possible today as I also had errands to run prior to work this morning.

Now, I am not one of those people who feels better after working out, I go first thing in the morning because I will find a reason not to if I don't.
I have never experienced a "runner's high" or any form of delight in getting sweaty and sore. I find many of these types of people delusional. (you WANT to be gross and smelly? Ew, why?) I may never be one of these people, but I still drag my bum out of bed almost every morning and drive to the gym.

I have to admit to being somewhat encouraged at the lessening me I see evidenced on the scale. I hope those numbers keep dropping somewhat steadily.
If not, I guess I will have to try something new again.