God I hate dieting! I hate being fat, but I hate dieting. This sucks.
Weighed in this morning and I’m up 2 more pounds. So, I’m still down 5 from when I started but after being down 10 the week before Christmas, I can say that the holidays kicked my ass. All this up and down, YAY’s and BOOHOO’s just suck. I know I said that already, but it was worth repeating.
Thank goodness I finished off the last of the Christmas Fudge last night so I can focus on eating good again.
This week was not without a few highlights. I got out and started walking again. I haven’t walked since completing The 3 Day in November. I was trying to give my foot time to finish healing. But I’ve been stressed out a lot lately and my husband encouraged me to get out of the house. It was NICE! I really missed walking. Unfortunately, I can say without much doubt that my foot is still broken. I was definitely experiencing the tell tale pain that landed me at the doctor in the first place. The problem here is that walking 60 miles in that cast, trashed it. I quit wearing it because without traction on the bottom I kept slipping. Not to mention that the velcro doesn’t stick anymore and it’s really loose and something is rattling on the inside. But now I need a new one.
I also decided this week that I wanted to run in a 5K. Not an easy feat for a fatty like me! But there is a program and iPhone app called Couch to 5 K that I downloaded and started checking out. While out on my walk this week, I actually attempted to RUN! And you want to know what? I didn’t DIE! Amazing.
I really felt like a spectacle trying to run. I haven’t ran in 20 years (no joke). A few months ago I did try running after Gabe because he was falling out of the playset and I was trying to get to him so I could save his little rotten life, but I tripped and fell on my face right in front of everyone. My brother still laughs about it (asshole). So while I was running for my 1 minute I kept having visions of falling on my face. So every time I heard a car coming, I stopped running. All in all…I think I ran about 4-5 minutes out of the 40 that I was out. Two days later my hips still hurt.
Yeah, it’s hard for a fatty to run.
It is really discouraging to have the desire to start an exercise program but an ongoing injury (broken foot) makes it so you have to wait. I hate waiting. I’ve been fat for a long time. I’m tired of waiting to get my life back.
Anyhow. That’s how my week went. How was yours?