As pretty much everyone knows (because like usual I always exaggerate and go on at noisome about my latest addition)... I got a tattoo on my foot for my birthday last week and the tattoo artist said that I couldn't exercise for a week. Old me would be like – sweet thanks for the cop-out but for new me... it's killing me slowly as each day goes by. My running music comes on the radio and there are actual physiological changes to my body... my heart rate increases... a smile goes across my face and I imagine being on the boardwalk with the crisp salt air entering my lungs... the exhaustion of the last lap and the adrenaline of the cool-down. I'm giving it until Monday... then hopefully I'll be back at it... next week can't come soon enough... I would do anything to have my foot healed by then... *fingers crossed*

So I'm laying in bed this morning... thinking to myself... I wonder if I've lost any weight this week... I was really careful to make sure my food intake was lower than normal to make up for my lack of movement... but I was curious if I lost weight this week... I say to myself... without exercise whatever you do don't step on the scale you are just going to upset yourself with disappointment... you probably have gone up a pound or two (or even worse case a 3-5 pound jump like I've seen before for no reason)... but the curiosity was killing me... so in a weak moment at about 6:03am... reluctantly my body didn't have the willpower to fight my brain telling me to walk into the boys bathroom and find out... I get the scale from the closet and step on... I know I shouldn't... I promised myself to only weigh myself once a month... I know I have 2 1/2 more weeks to wait... but I say screw it... I need something to motivate me to get through the weekend without exercise... something to help me resist a carb overload... I cringe when I turn the scale on (even close my left eye and take in a deep breath). What horrid # will I see? To my delight I lost one pound!!!! Sweet... small victory... not bad for being a sloth... imagine if I had exercised!

Only 7 more pounds until I'm back to where I was with Devin last year... before my shoulder injury that lead to my butt falling off the wagon and then consuming myself with house building for 5 months and Tim Horton's double doubles with a muffin for breakfast, lunch and dinner everyday! Unlike Subway... you will not see a weight loss commercial for Timmies anytime soon. I haven't been to Tim's in months... this weekend after swimming lessons we were all famished... we went through Tim's drive-thru and I didn't even want to order a coffee and muffin... I was very proud of myself! I had a quarter of a bagel just lightly topped with light cream-cheese (not their regular dose of an inch thick layer)... and that kept us going until we got home and I had something healthy.

Man do I love to jog... I miss it so much.