I promised my bestie that I’d restart Weight Watchers today, and so I did. I weighed myself and logged it. I had a banana for breakfast (0 points). In about an hour, I’m headed to the gym for another run.
I’m feeling good about running right now. The July 4th 5k has jump started a desire to run again. That race was so hard due to the heat, and yet I did fairly well, which has inspired me to keep pushing myself. Yesterday afternoon, at the gym, I ran 5k without stopping, which I haven’t done in years. I felt triumphant afterwards, and I want to hold onto that feeling.
Last night, D and I decided that we would sign up for the Flat Five, which is the first weekend in August. We did it a few years ago. I’m sure I’ll have to walk a chunk of it, but so what. I’ll probably do better than I think. I get competitive once I’m out there with all the other runners.
We’re also talking about doing the Go STL Halloween race this year. Who knows…maybe we’ll do the half-marathon next April.
I’m ready for this change. I missed running as a hobby. Now that my arthritis is more manageable, maybe I can pull this off.
I want to buy a bike. I feel like bike riding could be my new thing, since my knees are too fucked to run much anymore. Why not set my self up for success?
I’ve also decided I want to be bolder with some of my fashion choices. Get outside of the box I’ve put myself in. I always see stuff I love on other people, but think: no, that’s not okay for me. And I’ve got to stop limiting myself in that way.
Sleeveless tops and dresses: I think my arms look weird and awful, but that’s silly.
Two piece swimwear. Yes, you have a mom bod. Get the fuck over it. Your husband wants to see you half naked at the pool. You should own it.
Dangling earrings and hoops: I always think they look weird on me, but then I recently said fuck it, tried some that were way outside my comfort zone, and you know what…loved it!
Jumpsuits! Now hear me out…I think I’m going to buy something like this. Maybe even this exact one. It’s cute, right?
Because you know what?? I’m (essentially) 40 years old and I can and should be wearing whatever the fuck I want.
Take a deep breath and live a little, bitch. Let the haters hate. You’re gonna be living your best life. 🤷🏻♀️💯
But always trying to improve.
Also…best shirt ever, right?? 🙌🏻
We hit it hard today. Weighted squats, benching, and pull-ups. My body is already screaming! Made plans to do it again on Wednesday morning. Gotta make gains, baby.
Oh and can I just say that the hydromassage bed at Club Fitness is 🙌🏻🥰🙌🏻.
I obviously need to run more. Yesterday’s fitness points will allow me two beers tonight when we meet up with Nick and Nancy.
D and I have another running date set for Wednesday night.
I’m feeling good about this today.
I decided to do Level One of 30 Day Shred this evening, and it was hard, but I feel really good about it.
Note to self: remember how good you feel mentally right now.
I wish my knees weren’t so fucked up, but I suffered through it. The results are worth it.
Strength training at the gym isn’t my favorite, but it’s very necessary.
Fucking killed it today.
I ran alone: just me and my headphones, and it was glorious. Tonight’s soundtrack was the Toadies.
Then, after dinner, the family walked the dog. The first lap with kids, and the second without. D and I like doing the second lap just us so we can chat.
I figured since I’m back to doing Beachbody workouts, I might as well make use of the leftover Shakeology mix that’s been sitting in my cabinet for months. I stalled out on it last year after I ordered the vanilla instead of my preferred chocolate. Yesterday, I had my penultimate chocolate packet, so I went with vanilla today. I added a tablespoon of peanut butter. It helped the flavor.
The plan is to slog through the rest of the vanilla, and if I manage to do so, I’ll order more chocolate. Operation Fit (and healthy) by 40, baby! Woot!!
The plan tonight is to do Country Heat, take the dog on his 2.5 mile walk, and maybe do PiYo lower body (time and energy permitting).
I weighed myself this morning and I’m dangerously close to my NOPE weight.
I already knew. I can see it on myself. I feel it in the way my clothes fit.
Listen…I get that weight is just a number, and I should love myself regardless, and blah, blah, blah, but I need to make a serious change. I have real issues with my body image. I can’t let this get out of control.
I’m drinking my Shakeology now. I only have vanilla flavor powder left, and I don’t like it much. I need to order more chocolate. I remember I had a lot more energy when I was drinking a shake every morning for breakfast.
I need to exercise four times per week and I need to introduce strength training. I’m thinking a combination of running, 30DS/21 Day Fix, and yoga.
Obviously I also need to change my eating habits. That’s the most important thing.
I’m ashamed by how difficult this run was for me, but this is my motivation to get better.
I need a new project now that the wedding is over; so why not running? D wants to train to run a half-marathon in April. Sounds good (and also crazy hard) to me.
Go big or go home, right?
In related news, my knee braces worked beautifully. Maybe this will actually work this time.
Starting the week out right.