Is it weird that I find it incredibly motivating to put a sticker on the calendar when I exercise? June was a pretty good month.
I feel I need to explain some of the gaps. I missed the 11th and 12th because we were in Flagstaff. I worked out up there on the 10th and the altitude (7,000 ft) made me feel like dying. The 20th was Father's Day and I was too busy eating 3,600 calories of fried Lucky Wishbone food to be bothered with exercise. The 23rd was the 1st day of my life that I felt sick because of the excessive heat (113 degrees). I went to bed for 2.5 hours instead of doing a 50 minute work out DVD. Good choice I think.