It's been awhile since my last post. I felt really good this morning when I got on the scale and saw that I had lost 3.2 pounds! I have to be honest with myself and you fair reader... I probably would have lost more if I didn't take a break from physical activity since Thursday of last week. That was four days with no workout. That was bad! After I got on the scale this morning and saw that I still lost a few pounds it really motivated me to come home and kick my own ass so I got out for my walk but I ran as well and I did the stairs a few times at the park I found around the corner from my house.
I haven't realized how self-conscious I am when I run by myself. I noticed it tonight because in the past if I saw a car coming or another walker and I was by myself I would stop running. Tonight I didn't but I hated it. "Love Hurts" by Incubus helped a little. He says love hurts, but sometimes it's a good hurt and it feels like I'm alive and it did feel like that when I was running cars or no cars.
Right now I don't have specific food goals but I am sticking to the rules my friend gave me to follow: No food after 8 p.m., No alcohol for 90 days, No fried foods, and still writing everything down religiously. I am eating oatmeal every day also because it definitely keeps me full.
I happen to be watching Biggest Loser and this bitch is complaining about losing 12 pounds in a week! I think this show is valuable for a lot of people who need inspiration but 99.9% of us don't get to go to a ranch for 90 days and focus only on learning how to take care of ourselves with world class chefs and trainers. Some of us work Monday through Friday 9-6 and have a crapload of responsibilities. 12 pounds a week is great but not necessarily healthy or the best way to lose weight. I know watching someone lose 3.2 pounds a week doesn't make for fascinating television but I for one am totally riveted by my 3.2 pounds and can't take my eyes off of it. Stay tuned!
