After Tuesday's freak out,I have settled down and accepted the challenge I laid out for myself. I
just had a moment. I wanted to become a runner again and by God, come hell or high water I will do so. Even if it means going from zero to 26.2 miles. I am in the process of turning my anxiety into determination.
There is a list of things that I must start doing immediately. The first is, well, running. With my recent move to a full time schedule I am finding myself mentally drained after work. It is hard for me to say my name let alone think about running in the evening. That means I must do my training runs before work. No choice and no excuses...I just need to get up and do them. I have my training run marked on the calendar so it is mapped out to the day.
The other thing I must start doing immediately is eating better. I need to eat like an athlete, not eat like it is a sport. I really want to drop this weight that has been accumulating. Myweight loss ticker has not moved in months. It is time to start paying attention to that again. I am going to transition to eating whole foods and cut out the processed shit. I think that in itself will be a major improvement.
One thing to keep up the weight loss mojo is this:
I booked myself a mini va-cay to West Palm Beach Florida in September. I am looking forward to a few days of relaxation. I am going with a few girls to do nothing but veg out. Only problem is
I need to get my fat ass into a swim suit. Even worse I am going with women who have no clue whatcellulite is and think muffin tops are something you eat. So unless I want to be mistaken for Shamu's sister, I better get cracking. I have 12 weeks until the beach!
Chubby Hubby agreed to let me go but I had to give him some......golf that is. I have to let the man golf this summer. It is worth it!