I worked out again last night and I am really sore today. Not the worst I've ever been, but when I was going around the room picking up pencils on the floor at the end of the day I would wince every time I bent over. Oh, my poor hammies! And quads, and triceps and biceps and whatever you call the muscle in your forearms. My forearms are KILLING me from hanging on the rock walls while rock climbing with Kira yesterday. I was debating whether I should count the rock climbing as a workout, but I don't think climbing half way up a wall every 15 minutes for an hour and a half counts as a workout. I spent most of that time just clinging to the wall trying not to slip off, hence the sore forearms. I have to admit, despite the annoying soreness, I feel better for exercising already. It's so stupid that I ever stop exercising because it makes me feel so much better!
I put my fattest pants on this morning and I had to wear a belt not because they are so loose, but because they are more tight in the thighs than they are in the waist (and they are also tight in the waist) and my big triangle-shaped thighs pull them down, so I have to wear a belt to keep them up. Oh well. I did it to myself. I'll get it back under control, right?