Life's Fun When You're Saying "Yes"!
On Wednesday, Yoda didn't make me run.
I run every day. He usually makes me run until I can't anymore.
But I didn't run at all on Wednesday. I think it's thrown off my groove. I felt like I hadn't even worked out even thought I'd done... Read more
Get Some Sleep, You Will.
That's what I'm working on this week. My calories, fat, protein, and carbs are where they should be. I'm not having any trouble going to the gym, in fact I'm having trouble tearing myself away from it. I'm more active and I'm ha... Read more
Yoda Strikes Again; Plus I am NOT Weak
Once again, he's done it.
Yoda has helped me more than he will ever know. It's amazing how some people are like that. They can say one off-handed thing to you and suddenly the world seems to make sense again. The strange thing is that the ... Read more
Yesterday was the perfect day to run outside. It was overcast and rainy. Nicole and I had planned to do our run at about 8:00. Unfortunately, something came up for her and she couldn't make it.
I've run our loop alone before and not had any... Read more
Throwing Out a Disguised Crutch
My gym has a Women's Only Room. Usually that's where I can be found (unless Yoda is bossing me around and telling me what to do and how to do it!). It feels safe there, hidden away from the body builders and muscle-bound guys and tiny girls who ... Read more
Oh, So This is What it's Like to Feel Like a Million Bucks....
Sometimes I wonder if I'm taking on too much all at one time. I mean, I've always been a fairly busy person - even without a social life. Now I've added going to the gym, eating healthy (which takes more time since I'm cooking), a new friend tha... Read more
Sweating Out the Excuses and Lies
Life changes so fast. Blink and you'll miss it, right?
A few days ago I blogged about how I had quit the 5K due to various reasons, one of which being that I was over-training and tiring myself out due to simple loneliness. I spent every da... Read more
Wow. I have a boyfriend.
This is new. I mean, I still don't look great. But I'm feeling better about myself and that's paid off. That's not what finally worked out for me to get a boyfriend, though.
The guy that I'm dating now has want... Read more
How I Quit the 5K
It’s been pretty darn close to a week since my last blog, and I’ve been having ups and downs every day. Here’s the important story, though. It’s the story of how I quit the 5K.
You read my blog last Wednesday. I was sore and tired, but I wa... Read more
Sore but Happy
My back hurts. My legs hurt. My calves are on fire. My arms ache. My ankles are swollen. I have callouses on my hands. I have blisters on my feet. I have bruises.
But I'm happy.
I'm working hard and I'm putting in a lot of effort to be... Read more
My Weight Loss Journey Is Like the Weather
My weight loss journey is like the weather. Some days are sunny. Some rainy. Some are pouring. Some days it snows. Sometimes there is hail. Once in awhile, lightning strikes.
On sunny days, every thing is great. I feel good, I get to the g... Read more
Listen Up, FatGirl!
Listen Up, FatGirl!
You’ve been in charge for too long. You’ve picked what I eat, you’ve decided what activities I participate in, you’ve told me when I can or can’t do things, and you’ve made me look at myself and feel sorry for myself. Y... Read more
I Could Have Made Excuses. But I didn't.
Yesterday I met with Yoda. I like my YodaDay because I feel like I push myself harder - at least, I thought I had been. But that was before yesterday (which shall henceforth be known as FatGirl CryDay).
It started off like any other trainin... Read more
Pushing Myself Harder Because I KNOW I Can Do It
Last Saturday my 5K Training Group walked/ran for about 1.7 miles. I was horrible. I felt like I had failed and I was quite embarrassed about it.
Then I had a bad weekend. My weekend was worthy of the Binge Hall of Fame. Monday was better, ... Read more
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Practice Makes __________
Most people say that practice makes perfect. I used to say that too. But I don't anymore.
In high school I was in a show choir. Yup. Me. I was thin, pretty, and could sing (although at the time I thought I was fat, ugly, and untalented). My... Read more