...to count my big glass of skim milk at breakfast (120).
Walked 45 minutes, outside. Soon enough, outside won't be an option. Gotta grab the chance while I can. On a completely superficial note, the combination of my weight and fair complexion means working out turns me red as a tomato, not to mention sweaty in a very un-ladylike way. No matter how awesome I feel for pushing through and getting the work done, the look in the mirror afterward is always a "yuck" moment.
Not that anyone was really watching me, anyway.