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everything this week, gained two pounds. Given the drama of my grandmother's death and things not panning out with my first prospect since the split, I'm just happy I didn't gain more.
Took one day off from the gym since last Saturday, and have been able to turn up the resistance another notch. I've done weights all week, in addition to the cardio, and I'm making lots of progress all around.
Ended up working yesterday, as my coworker didn't show up for her shift and my brother called at 8am to beg me to come in. Of course, I did. It all worked out in the end; coworker overslept and ended up working a later shift, to cover for someone who couldn't make it, and I made up the hours I missed on Tuesday. I'm tired now, but I'll be very happy on Friday when my check comes.
Already looking forward to next weekend. Parents are gone on Friday, so it'll be TV MARATHON NIGHT! with my little brother.
Mom asked the other day what I want for Christmas. All I can think of is "Sessions with a personal trainer". I think I've come a long way, guys. :) And I'm so thankful for every step I've taken.