I was in a great place the other day – hit my lowest weight in months, maybe even years. Bad news, it crept right back on. I suspect this is due to my somewhat relaxed approach to recording my food intake, as my exercise has been rather consistent.
I returned from Denver, and the first day back I was scheduled to do my first 20 minute run with no breaks at all. I completed that, surprising myself. Then my plan had me drop back to intervals – 8m run, walk, 5m run, walk, 8m run. Next day was 10m run, walk, 10m run. Today it jumps to 25 m run. No breaks. Yikes! I’m scared,
but I know if I can do it, I will be very proud. No, I know WHEN I do it I will be proud. Challenge right now – wind. Wind and hills. I’ve mapped a course for today that has the first mile or so uphill, then the last 1.5 downhill. I think that will help.
I also purchased a bike – wheeee! It’s been fun to ride for short trips around the neighborhood.
My one letdown – I guess I kind of thought I would arrive in Denver and everyone would tell me how skinny and great I look. In my mind I’m a changed person. I guess in reality I still have a long way to go. There’s something about having the ability to run that fools my brain into thinking I am as skinny as a super model now. No one really said anything. Bummer. There is a part of me, however, that doesn’t care. I just want to be able to run. And wear clothes without looking awful.
In other emotional news – all my friends are pregnant. I’m having a really hard time with this. Really hard time.