Monday, October 29, 2012
Good morning ladies and gents!
Welcome to Monday - and it's very early where I am. Going to send thoughts out to all of you in Hurricane Sandy's path - stay stafe, dry, and happy! (In that order.)
I already did a brief blog about the 5K on Saturday. Not too disappointed in my time, especially considering that the race started off with a massive hill AND ended with a massive hill. (And I don't train on hills!) Also amazingly proud of my brother who kicked ass at 29 minutes. Someday maybe I'll be able to outrun him! Then again, what he has in speed, I have in distance :-P
So, at the Club last week I had a thought:
I wouldn't mind not losing another pound.
Is that terrible?
I'm down 30 pounds from where I started. I'm doing things like running 5Ks which is not something I ever thought I could do. I'm down a pants size, feeling more confident, and certainly looking better than I did before.
So, when I think "how would I feel if I never get past 195?" - I can't help but think I might be okay with that. Is that bad? I mean, does that mean I'm giving up hope?
My goal weight is 165. That's thirty more pounds. I've just got to remind myself that I've already lost 30, I can certainly lose 30 more - they're just going to take more work and dilligence than the first 30, I guess.
What do you guys think - is it silly to allow myself to think, "Huh, 195 ain't so bad!" ?