It feels like a miracle. I stepped on the scale this morning and it read 119.7 – NOT!!!
That really would be a fucking miracle!!! That number is but a distant memory.
But there was a miracle of sorts today. First, because of the short week, I had to run two courts today and juggle getting everyone drug tested and conferencing with 2 different groups of people. And it went more smoothly then I ever could have wished for!
Then, forecasts have been calling for torrential rain and high winds in our area today. While this is coming - we are promised, it did not happen today. Instead, come lunch time it was overcast and damp, but around 42 degrees and not raining.
For the second day in a row, I changed and headed out to run. And run I did. I was really sore after running a 10K yesterday, but soon loosened up and for the second day in a row, felt great! I ran 6.58 miles and it was glorious.
When I got back to work, I prepared lunch and thought about how great I felt.
In fact, in just about every freaking aspect of my life right now – except a scale number – I feel so happy and positive.
And then I thought FUCK THE SCALE! It is a number. That’s it.
So, clearly the high of Xmas is getting to me. And I’ll probably crash afterwards.
But being able to run makes me optimistic that I can burn it off come the new year.
And for now, I just want to enjoy my time with family and not worry about my weight.
So that’s the plan my peeps – how about you?