I don’t quite understand what is happening with my body right now. I’m not pregnant (yes, I am certain, it is impossible thanks to my OB), but I’m days ‘late’ at this point and my body is acting like I’m in weightloss warrior week, completely skipping the misery of PMS and the aftermath. I’m not complaining. I have been teary- the end of the school year is particularly emotional this year as I truly love, adore and will miss my students terribly. But otherwise… Nada.
I’m embracing it. When I started shedding again this week I started dieting a little better, but I didn’t amp up the workouts or anything. Each day as I step on the scale I’m down a pound. Today the scale couldn’t decide if I was 235 or 234.8. Doesn’t really matter. It’s down, that is all I really care about. So I think next week I’ll amp it up a little more and push some more mileage. See if I can burn some more. Coz know what? I am ten pounds away from my 40 before 40! 225 is the magic number. It looks like I’m going to make it!
Today we hit the track and I ended up running 4.5. I decided to make sure to do a few things to insure my success:
1. I let Bradley know that at the track I really need to keep my focus. One of the ways to do that is keep music or a podcast playing in my ear so I’m nicely distracted instead of dreading each step or turn of the track.
2. I decided not to count laps. I started my Lovecast (love Dan Savage) and decided I would run until it ended and that would be my mileage. I ended up running a mile more than I planned!
3. I decided to let the idea of ‘training’ go and instead just focused on going. I have a bad habit of apologizing for my speed, as if a 235 pound woman is going to be running consistent nine minute miles. I had a friend tell me what is important is that I’m DOING IT. It doesn’t matter how slow. And 10.5-11.5 minute miles are nothing to be ashamed of.
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Miles ran: 11.5
Goal: 10
Abs: once!
Goal:3-4 (but this was a soft goal this week)
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Next week:
Goal: 12 miles
Abs: 3-4