Good morning, chicks. You will see by my food journal that I have fallen prey as usual to the evening snacking syndrome. I have to work work work on avoiding that! I can feel that I've made some strides in getting my feeble brain focused on the right things, so I feel confident that if I keep hammering away I'll break that habit, and eventually break the habit altogether of eating for comfort, which is why I think I do that. Last time I went grocery shopping I bought one of those little bear containers filled with honey, and I thought it was so cute, but it turns out he's an evil bear, calling to me night after night, wrecking my program...
I feel just a little, well stiff, not so much sore, this morning after my first walk in ages last night. Lois, to answer your question about the training...the 10 miles is on my "long" day, which is Sunday, not every day. The schedule goes like this, starting from Monday: rest-easy-medium-easy-rest-medium-long. The rest days, obviously, are no-walking days; easy means easy pace, working on technique more than speed; medium is a day focusing on speed; and long is the greatest distance day, which is always Sunday, the day of the week the marathon will be on. I definitely need to get that pedometer issue straightened out so I know how far I'm walking. I forgot to ask DD last night.
Last night during that climb up the hill I realized that there is potential for synthesis of all the goals I'm working towards right now,
if I just narrow them down to the most important few (only so many balls I can juggle at one time) and stay focused. I've dropped the idea of the Guy altogether; he is a distraction, not a goal. I really flip flop on which I'd prefer, anyways; a single life or one complicated by a man

. I have known a number of people who are single for years and years and perfectly content; I might want to think about that. At any rate, I just need to get DD successfully out of the house, work on my spiritual/religious self (that's a whole other message board, LOL), train for this marathon (as opposed to trying to lose weight), and successfully get my BS and get my butt into grad school or a job in journalism if I don't get into grad school. That's it ... that's all I'm thinking about now.
I'm calling out sick today -- been planning that for a few days. I need to get caught up on school work, and I need to refresh myself. That job is like a toxin. Starting next week, I'm off three Fridays in a row, so that will be good. Then I'll give notice.
Punkinseed, I hope you feel better!
Yeah, where are Amy and Venus?