Or rather, not much. I stopped eating like a glutton, which also helped my wallet. But now when I step on the scale at the rare occasion I am at the gym, I find it very hard to swallow the number it shows me. It is NOT, however, that hard to realize daily that my pants are too tight and I cannot afford a new wardrobe.
The ironic thing here, is that I cannot afford a new wardrobe, not because I do not make enough money to support myself, but rather because I've already spent several years worth of spending money on my credit cards.
...On clothing appropriate for exercising.
I guess I should fix one of those two problems, that of proper fit and fitness, by utilizing that which also makes me broke.
Yes? Yes! Good idea I say to myself.
So to get rid of some extreme frustration at work I went running last night. It felt good. And by good I mean horrible and slow and disappointing. The happy news is that I'm sore from it today, but my knee doesn't hurt (old injury, ITB) and I know I can do better next time.
I'm calling this an auspicious beginning. I am in the absolute worst shape of my life at this point, I am also the heaviest I've been since highschool, and I know I can change all that. I remember very well what it feels like to be fit, and am very much looking forward to feeling like super girl again.
Wish me luck, and if you're so minded, pray for me. I'll need all the motivation I can muster. Ciao.