This morning the scale read 231: a loss of two pounds leaving 16 pounds yet to lose. Honestly, I was expecting a greater loss because I have been on a significantly stricter diet (not in the sense of a eating program diet as much as watching what I eat type diet. Eating as a vegan and not having soft drinks tends to do that to you). I attribute the not-as-significant-as-I'd-hoped loss to minimal exercise. Instead of walking around West Chester daily at lunch I've been staying in, in an attempt to get some reading for class done. I'd like to say that will change, but there's much more to read this semester than last, and the classes are a little more scrunched together, time wise.
I will, however, not get disappointed because two pounds is still pretty awesome and I don't want to come across as whining or pouting, I just feel like I need to express my achievements and set backs equally. I will, instead of pouting, work to exercise more. I already went to the spinning class this morning, so that's a nice start. It's a great start to a day to sweat for an hour with twenty other semi-groggy people listening to a combination of synth-rock and Kid Rock. If all goes according to plan, I may go to the early morning yoga class at the Y tomorrow. Sometimes I just can't get enough keytar.