A week of the old me.
Finally. (Gasp sigh.)
I finally followed through with the build up of best intentions and got off my pile of excuses and moved. Of course, it was inchworm slow, but it felt so...well, me. Thank goodness. Awkward, aching, squishy me is not fun to take on a run.
This week I:
- Talked over the finances of a gym membership with the hubby and we decided it was worth the investment.
- Signed up for a family membership at the local Y
- Ran a little (10r/10w/10r) on Tuesday
- Ran a little more (15r/5w/15r/5w) on Thursday
- And ran a little more (10r/5w/10r/5w/10r/5w) on Sunday with my new training partner -- Olivia in a running stroller*
- Spent a solid hour swinging a pick ax in the back yard to plant two crepe myrtles
- Indulged in many walks
- Cooked healthy, clean food, and
- Tracked my sugars, calories, and exercise daily
Last week I:
- Did nothing.
So...you see the considerable improvement. And I feel better. Of course better in my body, but more in my head. I missed the "me" that wakes up and has a bag packed for exercise. I miss allowing myself to be a priority and not an afterthought.
Earlier this month I declared July the Month of Me. I cut bangs in my hair, waxed my brows, ordered a swim suit that actually fits, put in for vacation days, brushed off my healthier recipe collection, joined a gym, and started running again. It feels great to shed my own presumptions about what I am worth.
It's only the 10th, so clearly this is going to be an excellent month.
* Harder, more fantastic, addictive, empowering, and simply fabulous. We shall be doing this more often, indeed. I will also write about how much monkey butt it sucks to add another 25 pounds to my running impression of a fast walk.
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