The weight-lifting program I'm on says not to measure again until 8 weeks, but I couldn't wait and did it this weekend (at the end of 4 weeks). The results are pretty exciting, honestly, and I'm really glad I did it.

Since I started the working out, I've only lost a pound (but total since Xmas I've lost 7), but almost every other measurement -- bust, waist, hip, thigh and calf -- I've lost some girth. My hips were the most exciting, as I kept moving the tape measure around, trying to find the absolute widest part, and when I did it seems I *still* lost a half an inch in the hips! That's a lot! I am very happy.

The only measurements that I didn't lose girth in were the upper arm and forearm. Upper arm stayed the same, but the forearm is actually a bit bigger than it was last month. This makes sense, what with all the upper body stuff I'm doing where I have to grip a bar with weights on it. I'm not upset about these, kinda stoked actually. It'd be nice to be all buff again.

This weekend I had a headache most of Saturday, but yesterday, after 12 hours of sleep, I felt fan-fucking-tastic. Tim and I walked down to the Grand Lake area (1.8 mile round trip, the last half almost entirely uphill) on some errands, but even when we got back I wasn't tuckered out yet. I scooped the cat boxes, sorted laundry, did laundry, typed in/ revised part of the pyro story I've been working on, opened and cleaned the questionable mold on the bedroom windows, sorted/ put away stuff, swept, swiffered and mopped the bedroom floor. Later, while I was watching TV, I swept the living room & hallway, and used the lint brush to clean the cat fur off the slipcover after I'd repositioned it on the couch. Laundry means going up and down stairs with each load, too, so it was even more of a workout than it sounds.

Tonight, I may very well workout. But if I don't, I'm not really going to feel that bad about it, not after yesterday.

Go me!