Playing 21 by yourself isn't all that bad.

Yesterday was an active non-running day. It rained pretty much all day and I was worried I wouldn't be able to get my activity in, but after work it was cleared up enough for me to go hoopy. There's a nice court about five minutes from my house at an elementary school, so that's where I went. My dumb ball must have a hole in it, so it didn't bounce very well, which sucked.

I ended up just playing in my white t-shirt and dress pants. And I played "Speed 21," which is where you see how many times you can get to 21 in thirty minutes. I was seriously gassed by the time I was done, so it was a good workout.

Then when I got home, I worked out with the kids. It was hilarious. Sam has really been looking forward to it. So, we did 8-minute abs and arms together. Sam was struggling! "This is hard, Dad!" I know, dude!

After we finished, the kiddos helped me make a smoothie. They love those things.

All in all, a good day. Felt good. Felt like I accomplished some good things.

Then I stepped on the scale this morning and got mad. I'm impatient. I want results IMMEDIATELY. Now, I've only been at this for a week (as of today), so I have to understand that it takes time. But...I hate that! I have lost 3 pounds so far, so that's good, but I thought I'd lose like 8 in the first week. Oh, well.

Here's to commitment and dedication...for future results.