
I guess things will work themselves out.
Speaking of working out.....
I have been hitting the gym HARD lately. As I've mentioned before, I am participating in a weight loss challenge. Biggest loser gets $600. Yesterday I hit a major goal. I ran (errr, jogged) 3 miles...... without stopping to walk. Now, I realize I have friends out there reading this that run regularly and are probably laughing because, let's face it, 3 miles is really not that far to run (jog) . And it's not. But, it is for me. While I have always exercised, jogging has always been a major challenge for me. I fight for every minute of that particular workout. Every minute jogging feels like an hour for me. I hate it. But, I'm actually learning to love it! It's not that it's physically hard for me, I just can't get my brain in line with my heart. I've finally learned to shut off the inner dialogue in my head. It goes something like this:
I hate this
30 more seconds, just do 30 more seconds!
When can I stop
Oh god, I want to stop
Is it time to walk yet?
OK, walk for 3 minutes
Keep running, I can feel your butt jiggle
My knees hurt, lets stop
I hate this
And on and on and on it goes.
Well, I've learned to silence that bitch and keep going! The year after Declan was born I couldn't manage 5.5 mph for more than 3 min. Yesterday I did 35 min at 6 mph. And the best part? I've lost 8 lbs. Go me!