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I can barely survive these updates. But I’m doing it. Along with counting my calories. And drinking lemon water. I’m all for delayed gratification but this seems eternal.

Like everything else in life, BALANCE is so hard to strike. Some days, I eat cheesecake for a snack (roughly counting the calories) and some days I eat a green pepper with 2 tablespoons of hummus on it for lunch and 12 almonds. I haven’t worked out balance yet. The day(s) before weigh-in, I’m more than insane. Water weight is like the biggest on my mind. Low salt. Wear sweatshirt while working out on the day I get weighed. WHO AM I. College Mary: a (charming disaster of a) college radio DJ and singer in quirky a cappella group wearing ridiculous Salvation Army finds (think giant fake fur coats, shirts with ducks on them). I’m now wearing LuluLemon sweating out water weight while doing plate pushes along an indoor track and comparing low calorie high protein meal ideas. Balance. Gotta work on it.

In the wise words of Greg Laswell: “All of your wallowing is unbecoming.” Just because I’m working out and never identified myself as an active person before, doesn’t mean I can’t evolve. Evolution is great. Balance in evolution would be better.

I have had good steady measurable success: I’m down 8.2 pounds and, as of 2 weeks ago, I’ve lost several cumulative inches off a variety of my measurable parts.

My gym buddies, Tara and Anne, have been a great support. And our fearless, consistent and encouraging trainer, Vanessa (who loves to be mentioned in my posts) has been kicking my (dwindling) ass all along. Thanks girls. Onto next week: a new better week. Gooooo get ’em.

In case you don’t remember where I started, here’s the background post. You can do it too.

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Mary Galioto
Mary Galioto is the founder, publisher and editor of MercerMe, a lawyer. Originally from Brooklyn, Mary has progressively moved deeper and deeper into New Jersey, settling in the heart of the state: Mercer County. She and her mostly merry gang live in the charming town of Hopewell Boro lovingly maintaining their very old house. Formerly the author of an embarrassingly informal blog, Mary is a lifelong writer and asker of questions and was even mentioned, albeit briefly, in the New York Times and Washington Post. In her free time, Mary fills her life with mild germaphobia, excessive self-reflection, enthusiastic television viewing, and misguided adventures in random hobbies.

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