I guess I run now

Sounds like a recipe for disaster! No?

But a friend is having a so-called “seventeentho de mayo” party tonight (and yes, the name of the party is very tongue-in-cheek)…so, Mexican food, margaritas, late night fun. Fortunately she doesn’t live in walking distance, so drinking is out. I’m going to have a nice dinner before I leave, so no spicy food while I’m there. And the run in the morning gives me the excuse to bug out early without feeling too guilty.

Starting Monday I’m going to try to incorporate some pilates into my routine (which is pretty limited at the moment to walking & running). I’ve been avoiding it because it kicks my butt & I wanted to focus on running. I was afraid that doing both would make me give up both.

I wonder how many thoughts about working out I begin with the phrase “I was afraid” or “I am afraid”?

Hubby & I went for a walk along Lake Superior my last night up there. Out on our usual beach, but this walk was unusual in that we went all the way to the point (about a mile out) before I remembered that I never walk that far out cause it’s too hard in the sand, and what if I get out there & it’s too hard getting back? But this time I could’ve gone farther than the point & been perfectly happy the whole way out & back.

Not afraid. So very not afraid that it didn’t even occur to me to be afraid of the “hard work” of getting out to the point. In fact, it was just fun holding hubby’s hand and watching yet another spectacular Lake Superior sunset. This is the kind of change in my attitude & in my body that I need to remember when I step on the scale again! tiny2b is reflecting on a similar situation as she prepares to march in a parade that only last year she found to be a big, hot hassle.

Maybe that’s another reason this blogging thing feels like it’s working (in addition to all of your amazing support & insights & inspiration). The scale can measure weight loss, but I need a space where I can measure (and honor) the changes that are happening in me that the scale is too stupid and limited to measure for me.

Breakfast: Special K & blueberries

Lunch: big salad with a hard boiled egg

Snack: twelve pretzels, granola bar

Dinner: cup of skim milk, 3 oz salmon, asparagus dish, salad

Snack: a lovely Edmund Fitzgerald Porter, 10 tortilla chips & about 3 tbs guacamole.

Exercise: 50 minute slow walk around the dog park. 30 minute walk with the dog.