The weekend went by so fast! My stepkids were home, and those weekends always fly by. My boyfriend took them to a burger joint for dinner Friday night, so I stayed home and worked out instead. I used to go with them, and I wanted to go with them, to be honest, but with weigh-in the next day, I didn’t want to pig out.
I went running Saturday morning while the kids were still sleeping. I am trying to ease from treadmill running to outdoor running, since I have been battling shin splints when I run outside. My first step has been running on a nice, smooth, level, flat high school track. I ran 4 miles, then headed home for weigh in.
Another loss: down 1.8 pounds to 191.2. I was really hoping to be out of the 190’s, but with an annivesary dinner plus a lunch out this past week, I am happy to have had a loss at all. I’ll take it!
I worked out Sunday morning while the kids were eating breakfast. I try to time my workouts so I am missing out on as little as possible.
I could tell my younger stepson was not happy when it was time to drive them back to Hickville and our weekend was over. He is typically loud, energetic, and bursting with jokes, but he got very quiet and withdrawn. It’s almost like the better the weekend we have, the harder it is at the end for them. Nine years into this, and I still rage about how unfair this is to them.
My boyfriend told me later that my stepson asked him, “Is she trying to lose weight?” My boyfriend told him yes, that is why they see me working out and working out so hard. My stepson said, “Well, it shows”. My heart nearly burst with pride that he noticed and said something about it. That was, without a doubt, the biggest motivation I’ve had in a long time. I am determined to make them proud of me when they see what I can accomplish when I really put my all into it.




