If I had worked out today, I wouldn’t have gotten to see a guy almost get tazed.  But it wasn’t just today I didn’t work out.  I haven’t worked out this week.  At all.  No cardio, no strength training, no moseying around the block with the dog in workout clothes to look like I’m exercising (that would be me in the workout clothes, with the dog, who much to her chilly chagrin remains naked save for her collar).  Nada.  Zip. Zilch.  I’ve been a lazy bum on the workout front…and I’ve lost four pounds so far this week.

The week was destined to start out with a bang.  Last Saturday I went back to my trainer, and she set me up with a great new routine.  I ached, could hardly move, and shook for two days after.  It was awesome!  To my own disbelief, I’ve gotten to where I love that feeling.  Then came Sunday, and I went to a writing workshop that lasted most of the day, and afterward I talked myself into the idea that the whole “day of rest” thing surely includes exercise (ignoring the fact that Adam still had to eat on Sundays in Eden and likely had to go chase down his dinner…cardio!).  Then Monday rolled around, when I co-teach a class until six in the evening, and thus it comprises my one weekly day off from exercise anyway.  Then Tuesday, an alumni event » Read more: My Dismal Week of Exercise