I'm not sore. I haven't lost a single pound. Well, let me clarify... I have lost 2 lbs, but I gain them back. But this has nothing to do with the shred. This is just what I do ALL.THE.TIME. It's a vicious cycle.
Seriously. It's just my thing.
I've adjusted my diet and still nothing.
I'm not saying I quit or anything, but last night I went to the gym instead to run my troubles away.
I ran 1.2 miles. In 16 minutes.
Don't laugh. That's good for me.
And here's how I run - I get on the treadmill, turn on my iPod, and pray that I don't die right there. Because after all, if I do, I have no ID on me and no one would know who I was or how to contact my poor widowed husband.
Then I start running and tell myself I will not quit at least until this song is over. Then when that song is coming to an end, I push myself through just one more song Steph! And as that song is ending and my calves are cramping so bad that I want to throw up, I go for one more song! Just one more! You can do it!! Don't quit!!
And then I quit. And almost throw up. (There's has to be a few more songs in there somwhere...)
It's sick, I know.
A couple years ago I was running 2.5-3 miles a few times a week, but then I stopped. Even that isn't really anything to jump up and down about, but I've kind of always wanted to be a runner.
Joey always said he's never seen a fat runner.
Not that I'm fat, it's just these damn 5 pounds that won't leave! Damn you, 5 pounds!!