I visited my hometown this weekend. I went to one of my fave greasy spoons from my youth - The Beacon Drive-In.
And one of the ladies who's been behind the counter for years recognized me. That is a *bad* sign. Yes, I probably went through stretches in junior high or high school where I'd eat at least a Hash Sandwich, heavy on the red and a small onion ring with a Beacon (Sweet) iced tea every 2 or 3 days. But to be recognized after not going for years, holy crap I ate there more than I thought!
I had the same thing today, I can't even estimate the calorie count for that, but it's gotta be less than a Hash-A-Plenty - same sandwich served in a white cardboard takeout box & covered by a layer of onion rings covered by a layer of french fries.
It really is no wonder I was about 30 pounds heavier when I graduated high school. Good grief.
But last night the roommate and I went to the gym and I broke a sweat for the first time in a while doing a 30 minute treadmill run. Then I woke up bright and early today and redid my Day 2 of Insanity - Plyometric Cardio Circuit.
And I still *friggin* haaaaate the Level 1 Drills. Darn my lack of upper body strength! But it's gonna get better.
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