The fat, that is. On 1 February I began a round of P90X2. I’ve been putzing around for months, going for a run here and there but not really committing to any good habits. I’m reluctant to join a gym. They’re expensive, my evening shift makes it too easy for me to be lazy in the morning, and I’m not much of a night exerciser. This program is very hard, but fun. I’ve said that a few times already, that it’s fun. I’m also very uncoordinated apparently. I haven’t lost any remarkable weight yet (it’s only been 1 week, doy) but I feel stronger and looser than before. It’s a good start. I’m trying to keep myself accountable by logging my experience and what I’m eating. I’m a day behind right now, so I’m going to make an exception to my dislike for working out at night tonight so I can be back on track with my schedule. I would right now, but I ate a drank a little bit last night and I don’t feel like puking. I also need to move the journal entries I began on the beachbody website over here. I don’t see myself sustaining separately.