I haven’t been sleeping well. Nothing new, I know. There’s always something that keeps me up at night. Lately, it’s been my weight. Last week marked the heaviest I’ve been in eight years.
Embarrassed. Frustrated. Angry. Scared.
I felt all of these individually and in some combination during the last week. I put the boxing gloves on several times and beat myself up pretty severely. I’ve sat through my hot flashes thinking I deserve this hell. And trust me, the 2 minutes or so that these damn things last are pure hell.
And then they’re over.
It really hasn’t been easy to pull myself out of this slump. I’d be lying if I said it was.
But enough of this!
I stepped on the scale this morning and was relieved to see a number less than last week’s. Nowhere near my goal, but anything less than last week’s is a ‘win.’
I headed out to run this morning and wondered why: the sun was already up and it was getting hot. I went to the track and checked the temp on the marquee as I drove up … 85*. Oh my gosh, it was only 7:30! I kicked myself in the butt, took a large swig of water, and stepped outside. I got my Garmin started, booted up my iPod and started movin’ to the beat.
I am very proud to say that I ran all of my run intervals! YAY!
The marquee flashed 88* as I drove away.
Summertime in Texas .. no place I’d rather be.