Not my breasts, but my chest...well, sort of
Thursday, April 17, 2014
I quit smoking at 9 pounds over my goal weight. I was really, really close. And I was stalled at that weight. Why did I plateau? I was afraid of quitting smoking. I was supposed to quit before the winter cold, I was supposed to have reached goal before then. I realized the problem when I looked at one of those fancy line graphs that Sparkpeople makes available to us. So I quit smoking anyway. November 15, 2013 at 3:49 p.m. I finished my final cigarette. 2 days later I ate nearly an entire one pound can of dark chocolate covered cashews. Three weeks after I quit I ran the Hot Chocolate Run 5K. I did it in 37:59, more than 12 minutes faster than I walked it in 2012.
I have accomplished quite a bit, but it's time to get real. I am back up to 150 pounds and my new clothes are tight. I want to lose that weight again. (If it was a choice between the 11 pound gain and smoking, I assure you, I would just buy larger clothes!) I will watch those numbers drop. I will improve my fitness. I will continue to enjoy my breath moving in and out of my chest, even when I push my body to its limit!
And because everyone deserves a smile, I am going to add a picture of my tutu for the Zombie Race. (I'll get more pictures during the race to share)