Last weigh-in: 163
This week: 163.6
Those numbers bring me to my first thought: the dreaded plateau. That point you reach when you're losing weight and the damn scale just won't budge. Your pants don't fit any better. Your rolls aren't any smaller. And you're just so frustrated that you wonder why on Earth you keep torturing yourself with salads and running when you really just want pizza, an apple pie blizzard because you've only been waiting years literally years for some ice cream shop to come out with one. All while sitting on the couch watching the weeks worth of General Hospital.
My answer is one I never thought I would have. And didn't even realize it until just 2 days ago.
I've never believed this was possible. I didn't believe in a runner's high. I didn't think a good run would help my mood. I didn't think running would change my whole day, or week, for the better. Zumba has always done this for me, but I never thought running could. Running has always been hard. I played softball growing up, so I just had to run bases unless we were in conditioning season, which lasted like 2 months and it was laps around the halls in the school or field. That was it. I would huff and puff and bitch the whole time.
We're in a whole different ball game now. Friday's run started out kind of difficult. It was pretty chilly and my legs have been used to the heat. As I finished that first mile, things got easier. When I realized that, I almost had to stop and make sure I was okay. Never in my life did I imagine I would start a sentence with "after the first mile..." I still don't believe it said it. And there is nothing that makes you feel happier than doing something you never thought you'd do. Or doing something you never thought you even wanted to do. I'm pretty sure I've uttered the words "I'll never be a runner"
What I noticed on Monday was my mood when I knew I wasn't going to get a run or some kind of workout in aside from the Guns, Buns and Abs challenge. Something to get my heart rate up. I was in a sour mood Monday and it carried into yesterday. Just feeling sorry for myself on the verge of tears all day kind of mood. Last night around 6pm after a 2 mile run? I was a whole different person. A happier, more relaxed person.
I wouldn't say I'm addicted to running, or exercise just yet. But I can see me heading that way. I just need to remember that picture above the next time I have the don't wants and come up with a list of excuses a mile long. I'm pretty good at that.