It's funny how when I ran 3.11 miles Sunday, it felt good. Today when I did it, it was a fight the whole time to keep going. My hands were freezing, my side was aching, and I mentally just wasn't feeling it. I know that 90% of my running ability is mental. If I can distract myself from thinking about what I'm doing, generally I run a lot better. I have 1.5 weeks until my 5k. I know I can do the distance, I just hope the adrenaline from the run keeps me distracted from hating it the whole time.

Today I'm heading to the fair with my mother, her friend, and friend's daughter. We're going to go see Jeff Dunham tonight, which should be a blast. I'm just trying to figure out what in the world I'm going to eat at the fair that isn't a gut bomb. I know I'll have a scone for sure, because, lets face it, I eat 1 a year, and yes, they are all butter, but you have to treat yourself every now and then.

The scale also is moving, which is great. It actually dropped over a pound from yesterday morning. This is why I'm a daily weigher. I like seeing the crazy trends that my body has. Chances are it'll go up just a bit tomorrow, but I'm so excited to be almost halfway to my goal weight!