Well, if I had actually decided to stick with the C25K program that I started back in April (see last post), I'd be a runner by now. But I didn't. So I'm not.
I have a hard time sticking with things. Like eating right. And working out. And this blog.
So I'm thinking about getting back to it. I may not consistently stick with things, but I will keep going back to things. Even the bad things. Like exes. And tequila.
I've been doing pretty well lately, even without being a runner. I have been faithfully logging my food at My Fitness Pal (I'm suemar74 if you decide to join...look me up). I've been working out about five days a week, on average. And I think I'm down ten pounds...now...after I suffered through a month long plateau where the scale didn't budge.
Plateaus suck. I'm pretty sure they're the Scale God's way of saying, "I'm bored. Let's f*** with someone."
Stupid Scale God.
But I got through it.
My goal was to be back to 150 (the weight I was when I quit smoking) on October 30th (my two year anniversary of quitting smoking). I'm not going to make it. But I'm going to be damn close, and damn close is good enough for me.
On Saturday, I'm going to do my Making Strides Against Breast Cancer walk in Crawfordsville. I love that walk. It's for a great cause and if you would like to donate (click here), I will love you forever. I'm still short on making my goal, but it feels good to know I'm helping even a little bit.
I have promised myself that someday I will do an actual run for Breast Cancer Awareness. Which brings me back to becoming a runner. And starting the Couch to 5K program.
Today. Maybe tomorrow. No...today.
(sigh) Soon. Very soon.
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