The journey from fat to fit. Road trip, woo hoo!

I’m up almost 2 pounds.  I can’t tell you exactly what the number is because I didn’t write it down and made a conscious effort not to let it even penetrate my brain.  I am sticking with last week’s weigh in as my “official” weight and moving forward from there.  It’s a blip on the screen, I’m moving on now.  But I will take away from this week a lesson: it is WAY TOO EASY to fall back into bad habits and the pounds come on WAY TOO FAST when you do.  One weekend of indulgence (and I didn’t even REALLY go hog-wild at that!) and over a pound and a half?  So not worth it.

Went to the gym after my weigh in for a treadmill run even though it’s gorgeous outside.  Not sure why??  Anyway, ran for 30 minutes and my foot was KILLING me.  I could feel a blister or something rubbing right between two toes.  I felt it immediately but figured I could soldier on thru to get in at least 3 miles on the treadmill.  But at half an hour it was really throbbing and I am imagining a bloody stump inside of my running shoe, so I stopped at 31 minutes 8 seconds and had run 2.5 miles at a sonic boom speed of 4.8 mph.  Got home, took off my shoe and there’s a little tiny slash on one toe rubbing against another toe.  I’m putting a band aid on and then I think I’ll do an exercise DVD while I’m already dressed for it and needing a shower.

How smug and runner-like do I feel whining because I ONLY got in 2.5 miles today?  Hee hee… when I started couch to 5k the idea of running one mile, consecutive, without stopping or walking or stroking out, was INCONCEIVABLE!  Today I celebrate how far I’ve come, not one little abberration in the weight graph.