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I weighed myself a few days ago, and to my surprise:
Despite my recent rants about a growing gut and disappearing jawline, I am five pounds lighter than I was two months ago.
Not bad. Though I'm not sure from where the five pounds were shed. I can't tell by looking in the mirror.
And I am not even sure I can credit the gym. I have been on the road in small towns most of April, staying in motels along two-lane highways, where the restaurants' best menu items aren't exactly high in beta carotene or probiotics.
Maybe this is a delayed reaction from my regular gym schedule up until the end of March.
Or maybe I have a tapeworm gobbling all those bacon cheeseburgers I have been stuffing in my mouth with greasy fingers the last two weeks.
Whatever the cause, I had better get back in the gym before April's excesses catch up with a weighty wallop.
And I am also thinking about going more often. Two to three times a week isn't enough, I don't think.
I am not sure I have the dedication to do the full routine of treadmill/weights/treadmill every other day. But it could be that going more regularly is what counts, even if on some days I only do cardio.