My clothes

Three weeks of workouts down, twelve more to go. I've already noticed a lot of improvements in my stamina, strength and even coordination. I've still got a lot of room for further improvement, but I'm encouraged.

Some things I'm thankful for: my team shirts, my running shoes and my pants.

The team shirts are pretty nice. They wick the sweat away and don't stick to you like cotton t-shirts would. If I keep losing weight, it will eventually look like I'm wearing a nightie instead of a shirt ... and "thin me" will just have to deal with that.

The shoes are designed to compensate for my crazy gait. Apparently, my feet aren't flat when I run (they tend to slant inward). Without these shoes, shin splints would be far worse. I know I'm not a track star, but if you were to look at me while I'm standing still in these fancy kicks, you might think I was an Olympian.

My "pants" (that's what Brits call undies, and while I'm not a Brit, I use that term because it sounds sophisticated) are made of the same kind of wicking fabric as the shirts. The wrong pants can lead to rashes and other unpleasant discomfort. My only regret is that Wal-Mart only had basic gray ... I was looking forward to getting something with Jurassic Park or the Justice League on them. I wonder if UnderRoos is still in business and making anything out of wicking fabrics? That would be so fun to wear.