Last night I banged out 45 minutes on the elliptical. I made it 3.89 miles, and I used to be able to get over 4, so there's some nice room to improve there.
This morning when I stepped on the scale, I was at 289.9; that's a loss of 3.5 pounds. Obvious that's gotta be water weight, right? But still... what a nice feeling. When I hit the 290s, my world sort of got rocked. In fact, one night I saw 299 on the scale. If I were a big pussy I probably would have started crying at that, but instead I just got mad. Still am. I'm pissed that I've wasted time and my previous weightloss on gettinig to where I am now.
I've ordered some new running shoes (my current ones are ripped from my weight pounding on them), and they'll be at my place when I get home. I'm really looking forward to taking them out tonight.