on journaling but not on working out. I am in my third week now and I love it. Love it. Yes- I really love it. its hard, its grueling in many ways- mentally and physically and emotionally, but I love it.
Did I say I love it yet?
Well, I do. Go figure. Oh I know that this could change tomorrow and I will be hating it with a passion, but might as well revel in the love struck stage, right?
I am tired but I wanted to write that down. Oh and J said my face is thinner. Yay! I have a long way to go, but hey I will take any props I can get along the way.
This is one machine with which I am engaged in a love/hate thing right now: