Friday, July 06, 2012
Well, the morning after day 16 I'm doing my blog on how my day went.
Yesterday, here in beautiful Pittsburgh, it was something like 96 degrees. When I left for my lunchtime jog it was something like 86. It didn't matter. I went to the park and I did my circuit. I jogged past the men cleaning up from the Fourth of July, I dodged the insane amount of trash, and I stayed in the shade by the river. I felt amazing, like I could take over the world.
I ran when no other idiot would dare and I won.
I have to be honest now and say that I am more than just a small bit worried about what the scale is going to say next week. I hope that first week wasn't just a fluke and that I actually did as amazingly as I think I did. I hope that keeping my calories as under control as I have been and making it a point to be as active as I can is going to yield me results.
I'm being optimistic.
On the other hand, I keep waiting for something tangible to happen. I want my clothes to fit better. I want to feel my blossoming second chin to start to fade. I really want to sense that all of the places I really dislike about my body are starting to slim. So far, It doesn't seem like that's happening.
I'm just going to stay focused and have faith that this is going to work. Two weeks in. Like the little graphic says - give it twelve.