I fell off the wagon and that shit HURT.

So guess what. I joined a gym.

Guess why, cuz I'm fat again.

Here it is: the number:

189.

Yup that's right kids. I started gaining it all back. But I am determined. I am armed with a little key faub. The key faub of dreams. That gains me admittance into "the gym". So here I go...

I did 50 minutes on the elliptical and some serious arm training and ab work. I HURT.

Food:
fiber one breakfast bar
salad with peaches, greens, tomatoes, lamb sausage, cukes, and champaign vinaigrette.
meat and cheese, pork tenderloin stuffed with homemade pesto and ham.
water water water
coffee with splenda and skinny vanilla coffee creamer
glass of white wine