9 pounds! Dammit girl.
I'm down 4 from my high, which came after I thought that I had already established my high and my latest weight loss effort.
I've known for sometime that it doesn't make a damn how much I exercise if I don't eat right.
Like Token pointed out, I'm one that hates counting calories. But I don't think I have to, if I simply eat healthy and control my portions.
Anywho, back to running 3-6--mostly on the dreadmill but that's working well for me, since I have a heel spur--which is pretty common in elite runners like myself.
I look forward to running without my shirt again, so that the ladies pull of the side of the road and smile and stuff. But come to think of it, a couple of them did that the last time that I ran with my shirt off anyway. They were laughing and flirting, you know. One of them even called me Pork Chop, obviously a term of endearment.