When I left the other day, I told Carol - co-owner with her husband - that it was a good thing she had a gun in her desk to threaten me with or I would not be putting myself through the torture. Beats me if she has a gun...but as long as I feel the threat... ;o)
I'm walking 20 minutes on the treadmill...a bit over a mile. Then I do the arm weight machine exercises. Then on to the bike for 20 minutes. Then another round of the arm exercises. I tried the elliptical...did I mention that yet? One minute the first day...one and a half the second day. Pfffft on it the third day. ;o) Saturday I thought that I would cut the torture short and get outta there early...but I didn't. I completed my regimen. Still don't like it. Won't ever like it.
I've lowered my exercise pulse rate from 135 to about 118...in only two weeks. I am extremely proud about that. Weight? Did someone wonder how much weight I'm losing? Not good. I haven't figured it out. But Earlene, dear friend that she is, uses this logic...I am burning fat and making muscle. Muscle weighs more than fat. So I am actually losing weight...just the scales aren't showing it.
HOWEVER!!! I pulled on a pair of denim capris yesterday...button and zipper not elastic waist. They are looser than before. So...perhaps...