I did keep my promise and went to the gym yesterday. They took measurements etc. I wasn't doing too bad compared to the last time I was there. Most of my measurements went up by a little bit, but my weight was 1 lb. less. The adage that muscle weighs more than fat really made sense to me last night.
I have to say, I felt really good after I came home from the gym. I was feeling positive and hopeful and excited about the prospect of getting into better shape (and trimming some inches--or millimeters). I'm going again tonight. I had this funny feeling when I was there last night...it was that I could definitely get attached to the good feelings that exercise causes.
I'm worried about Hurricane Wilma heading right for Mom and Grandma and Grandpa (and Jazzy). They are getting out today, but I hope that it doesn't cause too much damage to the areas. Please please let it slow down out in the gulf. I know Jen's grandfather is down there too...I don't know what his plans are yet. Hopefully he is leaving Sanibel.
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