This is the moment where I officially do not recognize myself. It has nothing to do with the reflection staring back at me from the mirror (because that hasn't changed a whole lot). But it has everything to do with my attitude, and how I feel about myself.
I am running a 5K in May.
Yup that's right. Me. Who does NOT run.
I swear I'm getting a t-shirt made with this on it, and I am going to wear it.
It's a trail run, and I'm doing it with my younger brother, so it might just turn out to be fun... if I don't die.
He is a runner and he is on strict instructions to drag me across the finish if I collapse.
He keeps telling me that "it's ONLY 5K"... but somehow I don't find this reassuring
I have 3 weeks. SO. I have been starting to run.
Now I will admit that I was pleasantly surprised at how sort-of-inshape I am! I actually did a 3.2 km run from my house to my mom's last Sat. and though I did walk a little bit, I managed to run about 3/4 of the way AND I did a sprint section! ... I only had to stop once for fear I was going to puke...
Though I forgot to time myself, I'm going to make sure that I do that next time!
As far as tracking goes, I've stopped :)
As I move away from my specific weight loss goals, I find that I'm eating more intuitively and I'm proud to say that I have not gained anything back since I stopped losing at Christmas. I have fluctuated +-2, but there have been no long term gains (despite the jellybeans).
Yay for me!