I'm trying to accept the fact that I didn't lose one pound in my 186 miles of recent training + 13.1 miles of racing. My body performed well and I set a new personal record. Isn't that enough? It will have to be.
I refuse to diet. I don't believe in diets in the long run. I know many people who have had great success on diets, temporary or enduring. But I would rather eat my own arm than count calories or fat grams or food points. So, with the guidance of a book called Intuitive Eating, I am trying to eat healthy foods when I'm hungry, stop when I'm not. Simple. (But still not easy.)
I took a week off after running the Hollywood Half, and that week turned into two. So I decided that, since I'm not particularly interested in registering for another race anytime soon, and I can't see a way to make regular gym visits work with my schedule, I am going to start and complete the P90X program. Two days down, eighty-eight to go, and I can't move my arms. Laughing hurts. The basher sat on my face today and it took me much, much longer than it should have to escape. I am trying to be happy and enthusiastic about getting up early every morning to complete my workout before my man goes to work.
My great-grandmother's 98th birthday is on Sunday. I'm trying to prepare my house for her party.
Little Sis is about to complete her first year of college at Southern Virginia University. I am trying to contain my excitement. She will spend the summer at home. I see a Downton Abbey marathon, frequent giggle fests, and a few family vacations in our immediate future, along with our favorite holiday: Sister Day.
I am trying to be more patient, more productive, and more positive.
And how about you? What are you trying to do?
6 years ago