I know some of you have given up. And that makes me sad because god dammit- you said you were fat and were all, "OH--- I'm so fat" and we moo'd together. Or maybe it was just me that moo'd but whatever.
But guess what? I'm losing weight and seeing progress. My goal this week is to keep up my running, drink more water, and start doing lunges/squats. I have to start working on my upper thighs. (or invest in some serious cellulite cream.)
I also decided that weighing myself every week was just too much pressure. So I'm changing it up to weighing on the FIRST MONDAY OF THE MONTH. This goes for all of you too. That way you can see how you did after a month of exercise and eating better. But I'm still updating goals/challenges every week.
Ok, so I am noticing differences, like I said. Ignore my face/hair because this is my about 5 minutes after waking up and in the first stages of getting dressed:
And I have been very good about my exercise. This week I did my walk/run Monday, Wednesday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday. And I went today. The last three days I made it further than I have before. I also didn't die. I felt like it but I didn't really die. I did dry heave, but I didn't puke so I think that's progress. I know the last .25 mile I probably had ugly face going on and close to tears but god damn it I wanted to finish my stretch that I had as a goal.
The only thing is that on Saturday I discovered why people have face masks. They are for assholes (like me) who think it's ok to run when it's in the low 20's with a 10 mph wind blowing in your face. It was so awful that my filling? In my back molar? Fucking FROZE. It still hurts and that was Saturday. I think I actually need to call the dentist about this. It's awful.
Yesterday was a bit better. It was still low 20's, but there was no wind, so it was much more manageable. Today it was 35 and you would have thought it was summer. I went without mittens (stupid for the first 30 minutes because my hands went numb) but then it was ok. The only down part is that two old people were going faster than me running. So... that kind of kills all the positive "you be rocking it, bitch" thoughts going in my head as motivation. I guess maybe another goal should be to be faster than old people. I'll work on it.
OK. So here's your pep talk, funny faces, and the winners of Angelology.