25 June 2008
So, if I say it out loud...or write it here...maybe it will be more real. I have let myself get a bit pudgy. Okay...I am fat. I need to lose weight. Tommy is nine months old now, the "baby weight" excuse is just not working anymore. I have recently started running again and watching what I am eating, and it feels really good. Three minutes is a huge difference though. I am doing this run, then walk thing. I told myself that I would not over do it, because when I do, I tend to get discouraged. So I run for 2 and walk for 2. It is a good work out, but not too challenging. So tonight, I decided to challenge myself a bit. I ran pretty quickly for me for as long as I could until I had to start walking, keeping in mind that I needed to keep walking or running for at least 20 minutes ( I won't let myself back inside until then). That whopping impressive amount of time proved to be 7 minutes, then I waked for 3, then went back to my run 2 walk 2 thing. Those math folks have already calculated that in my 20 minutes I only ran 3 more than normal. But 3 minutes was the difference between an okay workout and one where I actually sweat- a lot. Matt insisted that I go directly to the shower when I entered the house again. Anyhow, it felt good, and kinda bad that 3 minutes can make that big of a difference. I guess that this means that I offically am out of shape, but I am doing something about it. There, I said it out loud...or wrote it...but still, now I feel like I am accountable to not give up on this journey to being a healthier person. TTFN.