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What it's all about...

I started this blog on May 1, and I thought it might be good to share my progress with you guys. It's what we're all here for, right?

As you already know from this post, I've lost 5.5 inches total off my thighs, waist, and hips. I don't want to weigh myself anymore, because you know what? I haven't lost a single pound. In fact I think I gained one. But you know what else?

These numbers* don't lie:





On the far right are my "PRs", or my "Personal Records". So if you'll notice, I haven't lost any weight, but my lat pulldowns have increased by 20 lbs in 8 days. My V-squat has increased by 30 lbs in 1 month. My seated cable row, which makes me feel like a sissy girl, has gone up 10 lbs in a month. And my plank, my shaky, shaky plank, has lasted 10 seconds longer than usual. 

I feel good! I'm getting a lot of really positive feedback thanks to the blog, and I think the combination of fun gifs + Fitocracy + being point-blank honest with myself and others is absolute perfection.

I don't lie or fudge anything on this blog, because frankly I still feel anonymous on this blog despite the growing number of hits and more people I share it with. I'm completely and totally honest with you all, because it keeps me honest with myself (which, no offense, is really more important). But I know things are changing since I put on a pair of my stilletto skinny jeans yesterday and a sleeveless top, and noticed my hourglass curve go BOIIIIING! The Bearded Wonder saw me and even went:


Haha!

Bottom line is, I've finally found something that I've hunted for for years: something that works. It's easy to follow, it's tough on my body (in a good way),and I'm seeing results after just a month. I definitely think things will be different since starting this journey. =)

How was your weekend? I did not want to go to the gym, and darnit I did not. No regrets though: we all need lazy days.

<3
A Redhead

*Note: Sorry the numbering is wonky; I pulled them off different days on Fitocracy…. 

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  1. If the Bearded Wonder didn't have that reaction to you, he'd require a smack to the back of the head, Probie Style! ;-) So YOU GO GIRL!

    BTW, Cartwheel, Maggie, Betsy, my man, and I are going to be doing a fitness challenge, if you are interested in joining us on this. Here is the link to the one that I'm doing (might add another one, but not sure yet...) http://www.twohundredsitups.com/index.html
    Other challenges are listed on the left side of the page linked above. Cartwheel is doing the Pushup and Dips challenges, too. Let us know!

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    1. No idea who 1/2 of those people are, but that sounds awesome! :D Jenn and I are doing the pushups challenge!

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