I don't recall how much of my pertinent history I've jotted down here. I have a lapband, lost a lot of weight and regained about 2/3 of it. I began eating properly a week ago and had the band adjusted tighter mid-week. Also endeavoring to develop something new -- an exercise habit. I got to the local Y a week ago and not again until today. In between I've been doing some 10-minute stints at home.
Today's exercise and the thought process that got me there were blasted triumphs. While going back and forth in my head about going to the gym, which I'd decided to do yesterday, I prepared for not going by dancing at home for 10 mins in the style of the blue-footed booby, it seems. Then I worked on how to get to the gym as well. It occurred to me, as it has only once before, that going would be far easier than dealing with the anguish of fake-deciding and the disappointment I'd feel if I didn't go. So off I trotted.
I did 30 mins on the recumbent stationary bike. It was probably more than advisable at this early stage, but I did it. I was at the 3 level. About 17 mins in, I thought I wouldn't last the full 30. That made me determined, telling myself "I'm Laurie, I can do this." I rode approx 5.6 miles. Heart rate flashed on 132 for a moment near the end as I pressed harder. Best of all, I broke a sweat. Nothing like a sweat to make you feel authentic.
| current weight: 252.6