Fat Camp -- Day 14

Sundays are generally lazy days here at Camp Fatty Ville.  I did chivvy two of my usual crowd of friends into getting up and exercising with me pre-breakfast, which made me feel awesome.  I did half an hour on the bike, and had the best of intentions of doing at least 20 more minutes after lunch.

However, the best laid plans of rice and phen-phen... sorry, food on the brain...

Fat Camp -- Day 13

In what has quickly become the increasingly bizarre norm, I did 30 minutes on the bike before breakfast.  Then my exercise partner offered to make a deal with me -- if I did 10 minutes on the treadmill, he'd do 10 on the bike.  I dislike the treadmill because I get shin splints before I can get my heart rate up past 60%, but we need the exercise, so I hopped on. 

Fat Camp -- Day 12

Two days ago a guy approached me in the gym when I was finishing my workout and mentioned that he's been slacking on getting his cardio in and asked if I would be a workout buddy for him.  (me!  be counted on to make sure we workout!)  So every morning we're meeting at 7:30 to do half an hour of workout, except on Mondays and Wednesdays when I go to spin.  And I'm encouraging him to do that too, because it is awesome. 

Fat Camp -- Day 11

At 8:30 this morning I had my MedGem test, where we measured my actual metabolic rate.  Turns out, my metabolism is actually slightly fast.  Who knew?

Fat Camp -- Day 10

I did Group Cycling before breakfast again, and man, my butt was SORE.  As soon as I sat down on that bike, my butt was like, "Yo, what's the deal here woman?" But I told it to shut up and kept cycling, and -- you know how when we used to complain that our arm hurt or something, and Dad would tell us to kick a tree, and then our foot would hurt and he'd say, "Well,  you're not thinking about your arm now, are you?"  (I'm paraphrasing here, obviously.  And come to think of it, it might have been Mom.  Or Ethan...)  Anyway, once cycling had been going for about 10 minutes, I was too busy thinking about my legs to remember my bum existed.  So, um, yay?  Or something...