It's week 2 of my Couch to 5 k program and I'm loving this so much! I actually look forward to the time and it goes by so quickly! I'm doing a little under 2 miles right now (happens to be the distance from my house to the corner) but I can see as I increase the running times that I'll be doing the route quicker and will need to lengthen it. Next week I'll be delving into the 3 minute runs (which I know seems like cake to you guys out there that run all those miles!) but I'm a little nervous. Which I shouldn't be. Because so far I've not had to stop once (or even thought about it). But I've always hated running! Ever since we had to do all those stupid Physical Fitness tests in grade school and I would run like heck in order to finish in the first few because being the perfectionist I was (am) I couldn't bear to be one of the stragglers.
I never came in first. I didn't even try. (okay...I tried) but I knew I'd never be first because Bobby Latuske was the absolute best athlete there was and she always came in first. Always! So I'd run as fast as my legs would carry me - forget to breathe - get awful side stitches and feel like puking when I was done and settle for 3rd or 4th place. It was NOT fun. And that's why I've always hated running.
But this time is different. I'm not competing with anyone. There is no race to be won - no time to beat. I can stop anytime I want (but so far I haven't wanted to) It feels good when I'm doing the running part and I can not wait until I can get out there someday and just run the whole 5k without stopping! Suddenly that jog around the lake with my daughter doesn't seem so impossible now...
The hike with my sisters didn't happen yesterday. Things came up for several people that made the time frame not workable. We could've met at the trail later - but didn't want to be roaming around at dusk. We've rescheduled for this weekend. I'm excited for that too. I miss hiking in the woods.
So the weight must be just melting off me, right? Wrong. Even tough I've been completely dedicated to the exercise part of this journey (weights included) I've not been so good about the eating part. I start out good. Breakfast and lunch are healthy - within my calorie limits and satisfying. Dinner (albeit eaten late most night due to hubby's schedule) is also not so bad. When I use the small plate and eat slow I do okay. It's that stretch in between - when I walk in the door after school. I beeline for the fridge and want to devour everything in sight! Hmm....that sounds reminiscent of my childhood days. Pattern here?
And I know...I know what you're going to say. Keep healthy foods on hand, fruits... veggies... nuts.... Distract myself. Drink more water. And sometime (not always) I do all that. But lately I've just had the worst chocolate cravings! And it's not that time of the month. (It hasn't been that time of the month or a long, long time....) so what's the deal? Like right now - I'd probably sell my first born for a Hershey bar! How bad is that?
So I'm going t fill up my water bottle and watch Dr. Phil. Then I'm going to paint the hallway upstairs and hope the craving goes away. Not that I have any chocolate in the house....and I can't find hubby's stash anyway. (yes..I looked.)