I weighed myself today morning and the scales settled in at 178 pounds. Thank God. I don’t know if it’s been fluctuations, but the weight gain has been pretty traumatic. And while my weight is still more than my lowest a couple of months ago, it’s out of the dreaded 180s. So darlings, am back on track and motivated.

I have been reading up a lot the last couple of days and have realised that c25k is not for me. Yeah, I was pretty gung-ho about it. But the thing is that c25k aims to get a person from the couch to running 5 kms. Frankly, I don’t intend to run any marathons. I don’t want to start running either. My objective, plain and simple, is to lose weight. And c25k doesn’t promise weight loss. Yeah, some pounds may come off by default. But really, an hour and a half of exercise a week won’t help the pounds come off that easy. Hence, I realised that I need to exercise more and maybe around 5-6 times a week. So I am going to stick to plain old walking. Needless to say, after all my justifying to myself that c25k is not for me, I didn’t go for today’s run. And neither did I go for a walk. Agreed that I got to bed only after midnight (as usual) and was feeling too lazy and tired to get up in the morning. But it really is my fault. I just can’t sleep early. I was watching Jerry McGuire for like the hundredth time, just because it was showing on cable. I should have just gone to bed. I basically need to change my lifestyle. That’s the only way. Next Monday for sure.

I like starting things on a Monday. Don’t know why, but I do. And it’s a silly thing, because suppose I miss Monday for some reason I wait a full week for the next Monday. Silly me. Anyways, next Monday is on. Unless, I get up from the wrong side of bed and go for a walk tomorrow. Oh and I bought a pedometer a couple of months back and still haven’t figured out how to use it. Yeah!  I know, I know. Am pathetic. So I hereby promise to figure it out before Monday.