We had friends in town about a month ago and I was so motivated to prove to them I'm a fit person, I woke up early before going to wine country for the day and did a 2 mile run! I was able to get out, run, shower and start the coffee before anyone else was awake. I felt killer good. But then when my parents were in town, I found it difficult to wake up early before work to run. I was delusional to think I could go to work, come home and run before dinner, like I usually do.
I'm a fat girl at heart and I will struggle for the rest of my life to keep this weight off. It's not going to be easy, but I'm determined to not be a fat girl. As I sit here on my couch with my cup of coffee this Saturday morning, I'm thinking - what activity will I do this weekend to kick my butt back in gear. The night my parents left, I got out and ran 2.71 miles. It was hard. Really hard, but I didn't want to stop, so I kept going until I got back home. It took me 27:51. I felt great afterwards. It's that post work out feeling that keeps me going. I don't like to run, but I know it's good for me.