Then, I headed to the gym for kickboxing. Sundays I tend to do weight lifting at the gym with Aaron. The last two weeks, I added flys. When we had to jog in place, every time I came down, my pecs hurt. I had a heart rate monitor on, and my hear rate went all the way to 180 at a few points, and was staying in the 170s. I was wondering if I was going to pass out. I didn't.
It's funny. I'm already looking forward to my break in September. I really really wanna go camping.
I'm losing weight again. Makes me happy. I was stagnant for like two whole weeks! I lost another 3 or so pounds this week. We'll see how it ends up. If the scale isn't lying, I'm no longer classified as obese! Still exciting. I feel like I wrote about this already, but I'm still happy. After kickboxing, I wonder if I'll qualify as 'dead'. Tis how I feel. It's also nice to fit into pants that I bought before, but didn't fit into - especially as they get to the point where I don't fear for the buttons!
