Freshman 15

Despite the fact that I have a 5:30 spin tonight, I hit the gym early for an hour of cardio. While I'm on the elliptical, singing Eminem of course, I start thinking about some friends in Argentina. Holly's mantra is "do something everyday that scares yourself"...so I have taken to weighing myself on a daily basis after workout and shower. Today I hit the 15 lb marker with my weigh loss, which is pretty exciting. I sort of feel like the first 12 fell off, and I have worked hard for the last 3. I'd like to think too that I am shifting some chunky monkey into muscle, but maybe that's just a pipe dream.

So fast forward to the drive home from spin, I'm telling my husband about my craving during spin "Tuck I swear I would kick a kitten for a Reese's Peanut Butter Cup", I said, avoiding a pot-hole.

"Mmm...I'm just craving salty", he replied. Between the 2 of us and our drastic diet modifications, we have the kitchen personality of a pregnant woman.

"We should celebrate your 15 el bees," he says, bracing for impact should I not stop at the sign in time. "Let's go to Kitty Murtaghs for dinner".

Since I have no backbone of my own, and think as long as someone else says it's okay it must be, I too decide that Kitty's is a great idea. Which it was because I got to see Jen and gossip and catch up. But I inhaled a bacon cheeseburger like it was my job. It didn't stand a chance. And while it was perfect in every way, it didn't make me happy and satisfied, it left me guilt-ridden and calculating what Friday will need to entail to remove it's greasy buns from my own.
Fridays penance: spin and an additional hour of cardio.