Who'd a thought it. I've made it through another week of waking up at 5 AM to go to the gym. If anyone doubts my sincerity about losing weight they need to go no farther than the very hour at which I have dragged out of bed these last two weeks. Right now I have to ponder how much longer my hubby will continue to tolerate me going at $5 a pop 3X a week. How long will I need to do this before he gives in and believes I'm serious and buys me a gym membership?

I must say I love going to the gym. I love the machines and the TV on the wall. I love the burst of energy. I love not sitting around the house thinking how fat I am and what I a worthless lump I am for not doing anything about. I love the sense of accomplishment. I love being there with my friend. I love giggling about creepy workout guy. I love realizing I can push myself just a little more. I love being able to say I go to a gym. I love coming home wide awake at 7 AM ready to attack the day's work. I love waking up my kids when I get home and spending some fun time with them before we start school and house work. BTW if you happen to read this dear sweet hubby of mine I would love all this all the more with a good ipod so I can jam while I work out .....hmmm...may be I should get the gym membership past him first...

As much as I'm enjoying going to the gym, I will say I did suffer a huge blow this week when I finally got around to getting on the scales and realized that I actually weigh nearly 10 pounds more than I thought I did! You mean I didn't think lowly enough about myself yet? I'm even bigger than I thought? Scales are cold, cruel, evil things. That's OK my resolve is digging in for the long haul.