As I look at my naked reflection in the mirror, my first reaction is to run away screaming in horror. Knowing this will wake up my husband and daughter, I refrain.
I thought (silly me) that running a marathon would get my body back into shape (meaning... a shape I am happy with... not a big round shape). Oh how wrong I was... I gained 10 lbs and a few inches on my legs. Yes, I know it's all muscle- but who gives a crap if it's "all muscle" when my pants are too tight!?!
I realize now that working out, alone, will not help me shed this leach-like flab around my mid-section (from below my miniature breasts down to my knees).... alas... I need a better plan. I need to eat right. So- I'm starting to count calories (again). This time I'm going to try to make sure I keep it under 2,000- and not just stop keeping count when I reach 2,000 :)
On top of that, I decided that I'm going to start running to work. Don't gasp too loud- I live pretty close. Only 3.4 miles away, to be exact. So... when I told a friend at work that I was going to start running, he mocked me and said I wouldn't last 1 week. How dare he!? When I insisted that I would be able to last, he actually tried to make a bet with me! "$50 says you won't run to work more than 5 times." Well, I plan to do it... but that doesn't mean it's going to happen. However, maybe this is JUST the motivation I need to actually do it (money talks) . I agreed. The final bet was- if I do it less than 5 times, I pay him, if I do it more than 10, he pays me. So there's a little leeway there. I have 6 weeks...
I will win this $50! And hopefully lose some inches while I'm at it, since I'm not trying to run a stupid marathon- just 3.4 miles :)
Are we ever going to be satisfied with our bodies???