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| This is not me 🙂 |
My original plan, after such an awful week, was to skip weigh-in on Saturday. Why torture myself anymore than I’ve already been tormented? But that’s a really bad habit for me to get into. One skipped weigh-in turns into twenty, which turns into 50 pounds gained. Okay, I exaggerate, but only slightly.
I tried to salvage something for the week by working out Friday night and again Saturday morning. I got an email late in the week about a half-marathon training group starting in mid-August at the place where I take Spinning class sometimes. We were advised to be able to run 3 miles several times a week before the group starts. My first thought was “Yeah right, I’m too fat for this.” Then I thought, “I have two months to work up to two miles. I could actually do this.”
I printed a beginner’s 5K training schedule, and the first run was for 1.5 miles. So Saturday morning I laced up my running shoes and went to the gym with a mission: to finish 1.5 miles, no matter how long it took, no matter how much torture it was, and be able to cross off my first day of 5K training!
I did it, but it took me over 30 minutes. Wow, I’m out of shape. I used to cover 3 or more miles in that time. It was a struggle, and I hated feeling how much I have let myself go, but I completed that first 1.5 miles and proudly crossed it off on my training calendar. One down!
After that run, I decided to go ahead, face the number, and weigh in. I weighed in at 210, down from 211 last week. I’m sure it’s mostly water loss from the run, but it wasn’t a gain, so I don’t care if it was caused by aliens, I’m taking it and running with it and celebrating it!
I have to work two evenings this week at my second job, so I really need a plan this week. I’m going to force myself to get to bed earlier each night so I can make myself get up for a morning workout on Thursday and Friday. I have to work Saturday and Sunday (grrrrrrrrr), so fitting in workouts this weekend will be a battle.
My stepkids will be home Friday evening, and I always go with my boyfriend to pick them up, but I won’t even see them until at least 9:30 that night, after I get home from work. I don’t like that at all, especially considering I’m working all weekend too. Sometimes I seriously wonder if this second job is worth it. I am trying hard to pay down debt, get us on better financial footing, move into a bigger place (we desperately need it), but the sacrifices along the way seem gigantic.
I will take this week one day at a time. One pound down, and I’m taking aim at at least one more this week!
Sweat & Sparkle 