Well, running really stokes my metabolism. I went running yesterday, for 24 minutes (about 2 miles). I've been warm all day (and no I'm not coming down with a fever.) I've lost about 7 pounds in the last month. That ain't bad.
You know, I've only gained about 2 pounds a year since I graduated college. Doesn't sound like a lot until you add it up, does it? Anyway, those 7 pounds were the "this is getting ridiculous" weight, and now I'm trying to get to the "hey, I don't look so bad!" weight. I'm shooting for the next 10, but really about 20 more is where I need to be. Clearly what I've lost was easy and it will get harder now. As long as I'm doing something 3 or 4 days a week it seems to work. I'm only slightly watching what I eat as well--trying to get away from the really high, empty calorie stuff (fewer University Club desserts) but I'm eating as much as I want. And, when I'm exercising lots, I feel like I can handle a beer every now and then. Mmmm, beer.
Surely my story isn't one of those inspirational tales that would make Richard Simmons cry (I would also have to be a middle-aged woman for that, but even still.) I don't want any "way to go, tiger!" or any crap like that. Why are you reading my LiveJournal anyway? Who are you?