Chasing away Chubby

Lollygaggin’

Posted lodyangel on November 3rd, 2007 | Filed under General

For some reason i think that “lollygaggin’” may be a regional term.  so for you ladies who aren’t from the dear South, heres the definition.  No, it’s not gaggin on a lolly.

Lollygaggin’-verb.  Moseying along; slower then shit; slow as in the Wal-mart check-out lanes; taking your own sweet time about getting somewhere or doing something; slower then Christmas; driving the speed limit (or slower) in the passing lane; slower than molasses; snailmail slow; moving so slow that you are an annoyance to others. 

Well food today has been okay.  I actually did my 3 mile run, though it really wasn’t much of a run.  I don’t know what was wrong with me, but I just couldn’t get it today.  It didn’t feel right and my stride felt off.  My ankles actually hurt some (A sure sign of slacking on training) and my knee hurt too!  I actually had to stop the first mile and stretch and stop at the second mile and stretch too.  I was running so slow that a snail passed me.   I hardly broke a sweat.  So I got mad at all my lollygaggin’ and decided that I would do a timed half mile.  I decided to leave it all out on the road.  No excuses, no regrets.  I did it and my time wasn’t too awful 5:31.  I think my best half mile so far is 5:23.  So not too shabby for someone who has spent the last 2 weeks eating like a pig and slacking on her running.

I like being skinny. (Okay, i weigh over 200 pounds.  I am NOT skinny.  But I feel skinny compared to how I used to feel.  I like how I can wear larges now, and how my XL’s are getting too big. I like how there is no “muffin top” when I look in the mirror and how my face looks so much thinner.   I like that usually I can run 3 miles non-stop.  I like how that feels.  I like knowing I can do whatever I set my mind too.  I know all this because I can run, and for so long I told myself I couldn’t.  “You can’t run, you are arthritic, you have a bum knee, you have fibromyalgia, your too fat to run.”  Well it was all lies.  ALL of it.  Lies I fed myself.  Well I am not feeding myself anymore lies.   From now on it’s back to losing and back to training for that 5K I wanna do so bad.  I got to want this badder then the food I shove in my mouth. And right now.  I want it even more then a filet o’ fish at McDonald’s.  I want it more then Dove chocolate, and more then Ben and Jerry’s ice cream.  

Yeah, I’m gonna do this.