164.0 on the scale. 30 minutes on the treadmill, 2.3 miles, 4.6, 100/70.
Alright, I feel like I'm hitting a slump. Like I don't care whether I get on the treadmill and hit 155 or not. Like I don't care how many goddamn tortilla chips I put in my mouth.
Time to pick myself up by the boot straps and kick some ass.
Where's that breeze?
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Don't stop now! You're doing so great and you're my inspiration!! Perhaps reinstating the beer rule would be enough to push you through this plateau. Maybe you need a chip rule, too.
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