The Expense of Weight

Why is it so difficult to get out the door? I just have to do it. I will do it. It's all about making good decisions. Today I'm going to choose to run and to eat well. I am going to make every choice based on where I want to be at the end of the week, end of the month, end of this year. I'd like to start weight watchers again, but my friend Vallie borrowed the resources and now she can't find it. Of course, I may have it somewhere in storage also, so I can't get too upset. And it's so expensive to join now, and you have to keep paying into it. It's $65 for just three months online. Oh, losing weight is expensive.

Munch before Miles

Well, I did it. I got up early, drank some H2O and headed to the gym, ready to work! About 20 minutes in, I started feeling sickly. I put down the weights and headed for the locker room. Oh dear me...I've had this feeling before, it started spreading-felt nauseous, then light headed, then-uh oh, seeing spots. All I could think was "please don't pass out!" After sitting, hunkered over for what seemed like forever, it finally passed. Needless to say, that ended my short-lived weight lifting session. I headed home for some much needed breakfast of a soft boiled egg and dry whole wheat toast-yay me! I even headed out for an hour run a little after breakfast digested, and signed up for a 5K with my friend, Jewell tomorrow. It feels like a great beginning. Lunch was a delicious smoothy and celery with veggie dip (http://www.rachaelray.com/recipe.php?recipe_id=3160 super easy and healthy recipe from Rachael Ray). Excited that my friend Jessi and my parents are coming to visit for the weekend.

Knee Deep

Sooooo, I'm knee deep in Reese's wrappers in front of the TV wondering how and when I'm going to change. Thinking and looking back at my life 2 years ago, I never thought I'd be in the exact same position I was then. I can't tell you how many times I BEGAN the road to happiness, to 20 lbs thinner, but wound up knee deep in wrappers, miserable. I guess tomorrow is going to be another one of those days? But, I want it to be different. I want it to be the last beginning-I don't want to end up knee deep again. I don't want to feel this ever again-like I failed and it's 100% my fault because I couldn't get my ass off the couch. What a poor excuse. So, to the last night of this misery-Cheers.