So I've been kind of annoyed/depressed about the climbing number on the scale lately until I looked in the mirror while dressing today and realized a couple things.
1) I haven't changed clothing sizes.
2) I seem to have picked up some definition in the calves and arms, and even a little bit in the front if I suck my tummy in a bit.
Apparently working out is accomplishing something.
Muscle notwithstanding, I'm still 20ish pounds over my comfort zone. Fucking tennis rolls.
1) I haven't changed clothing sizes.
2) I seem to have picked up some definition in the calves and arms, and even a little bit in the front if I suck my tummy in a bit.
Apparently working out is accomplishing something.
Muscle notwithstanding, I'm still 20ish pounds over my comfort zone. Fucking tennis rolls.