So today I ran day 2 of week 2, Couch to 5k and, amazingly, I didn’t want to drop dead in the middle of the road just to end the heavy breathing and burning in my lungs. I was actually enjoying the running bits. 90 seconds at a time now. But still-I LOVE the 2 minutes of walking that follows the run. I can tell though, it’s getting easier every run now. This is the first time in my life that I’ve been moderate, only running 3 days a week. Moderation is weird. But good, I guess.
Husband is flying out to Michigan in the morning and I need to take him to the airport at 4 a.m., which is the definition of “crazy”. And by take him to the airport, I mean, I sit in the passenger seat and drink coffee while he drives. But still. I miss him awfully when he’s gone, but I do SO MUCH BETTER at the weight loss thing when I have just me to focus on.
I’ll have 2 weeks and 2 days before he comes back. I’m hoping, hoping, planning, praying, wanting to get to the 199 mark. I’m not sure if I can do it, but I’m sure going to try.
You know, maintaining is a heck of a lot easier than losing. I’m a great maintainer. This losing a few ounces at a time is for the birds. But-somebody’s got to do it and I guess that somebody is me.