My hip still hurts. I still can’t jog more than 2 miles at a time. I’m a little cranky, but not a lot. I have discovered that what pass for high heels for me (we’re not talking stilettos, here) aggravate it, so put the kibosh on those. Hills (or, in my case, the 5 story ramp to the nosebleed seats at AT&T park) aggravate it quite a bit. So today is a second day in a row off from running (will walk later) to get over that. Baby steps.
But. The new/revised/updated attempt to eat like something other than a college student is going GREAT. The scale has started to budge after weeks of holding steady, and I feel great. I even passed on the pretzels and licorice and nachos at the game last night, dining instead on a turkey burger and peanuts. Goal weight is now a mere 7 pounds away, down from 12 a few months ago. (OK, if you’re afraid of that math, that means I’ve only lost 5 pounds, but it’s something.)
I’m on schedule to volunteer at the Lake Merritt Joggers and Striders monthly this weekend. Good stuff.
I had to laugh when you tweeted a post called, “In which nothing new happens.” Do I get some kind of credit for actually clicking over for that?
Baby steps get babies going. Keep at it!
And you were forced to read a running blog post, too! Sorry ’bout that.