I’ve been going strong at the gym, not because I’m motivated, but because I’m being dragged. I had Saturday off because the various activities Mr. W and I had planned, but we more than made up for it on Sunday’s 3-hour gym sesh in which I killed myself. Monday, I hit the gym at lunch as usual, then met up with Vanessa for that cardio weight-lifting class after work. Tuesday (yesterday), I skipped the gym at lunch to actually eat with some coworkers since I was too sore to do more weights, but after work Mr. W got me to a gym local to his house and he pounded out an hour of cardio on the elliptical trainer as I did 20 minutes on the bike, 22 minutes (2 miles) on the treadmill, 25 minutes on the elliptical trainer.

This morning, it seemed to pay off. While I was getting dressed, I noticed that my lower abdominal flab, which hangs like a smile under my belly button, was less smiley today. It was more like a tight-lipped smirk. So it’s going away! My reporter said something about how I must be losing weight, too. My pantsuit yesterday felt looser in the thigh, butt and lower abdomen area.

“It’s the gift that keeps on giving,” my gym trainee said yesterday when I told her that I was being dragged to an hour of cardio after work despite taking the noon workout off. “Yeah, apparently the gift also ricochets,” I said.

I can’t tell whether I’m bitching or bragging.

(In case anyone’s wondering about Mr. W’s progress, he had to tighten his belt one notch down this weekend.)