As I mentioned, yesterday was a good day. I stepped on the scale in the morning and it was 123.7. Certainly not what my goal is, but just dropping down some was good.
I then decided I was going to run. I put on my new kicks and headed out the door. What a difference!!! I know that my other sneaks were worn out – even though they only had about 350 miles on them, they are minimalist sneaks which wear out faster, plus I do almost all my running on pavement so that wears them out quicker.
Now I’m not going to claim it was the best run of my life, but I did 8 miles with an average pace of 7:47 and mostly pain free and certainly not what I had been experiencing. What a relief. And my Achilles is hardly bothering me at all this morning. All good things.
Then I was thinking about my weight and still being sort of down on myself and I said to myself that I really need to lose 5 pounds. And then I thought – 5 pounds? Not 55, not 105, but 5. So after vacation I get to work and lose those or I don’t – it’s my choice. But 5 pounds isn’t a disaster, right?
I wrote in a comment that I don’t think that anyone who has not been morbidly obese can understand the fear that comes with the thought that I could end up there again. But the reality is that it is MY CHOICE. I can choose to gain it back or I can choose to lose or choose to stay where I am, right? A 5 pound gain does not equal a 225 pound gain.
Finally, I’m not sure if I told you guys that Marc entered me in a contest in May and I won a prize pack. One of the prizes was a manicure. I have never gotten a manicure, so I did that yesterday
I like the color and even though I can paint my own nails – which is why I’ve never had one – it was nice to have a little bit of pampering!
So I’m feeling pretty decent and that is a good thing.