I was stuck in the suck. I can't seem to shake it. I haven't ran or did anything exercise wise since Wednesday. I did shovel my driveway and go ice skating with my 6 year old yesterday, but we went so slow it doesn't really count. My husband brought a ton of Girl Scout cookies home from work and I've been eating those. I'm watching the number on the scale creep up, you would think that would stop me, but it doesn't.. Like at the same time I'm thinking about how I need to get out there are run, and worrying about the scale going up, I'm opening a damn box of cookies.
And now I'm making excuses in my head to not run today because my husband is coming home early because our damn roof is leaking from the snow melt and someone is coming to look at it this afternoon. And I need to declutter the kitchen and our bedroom. I don't know why I care I some guy thinks my house is messy, but I do. But there is no reason I can't run, then pick up a little. He's not coming for 6 hours, plenty of time. But my husband will be home in less than 2 (he told his boss the guy is coming earlier so he had an excuse to get off early). So I'd have to leave soon to run. I know I jus have to get out there and I'll be fine.
I've got a brand new Garmin gps watch that just came and I haven't even used it yet. I don't know I think I've put pressure on myself and made running not fun. Like I was so determined that I must get a way better marathon time this year, I burnt myself out. Like I made rules for myself that I can't take a walk break, and I must run so fast. So what I decided to do is still try to get my required number of miles in according to my training plan, but for the next week (maybe two) depending on how I feel, I'm not going to worry about my pace, or time, and just focus on getting the miles in, even if I have to walk some. I think that if I take some of the pressure off I'll get out there. And I know that once I start running, my eating will fall back in line. It's like I'm either all in, or all out, doing nothing and eating everything.
And I've gained about ten pounds, and I can't fit into a lot of my jeans now, or they are giving me muffin top. I've got to get this under control. At this rate, I'm not even going to be able to run the marathon in May, let alone beat my time from last year.
On a good note, the husband and I have been getting along great lately. He even surprised the hell out of me and came home on valentine's day with a diamond pendent. Usually I get a card and a stuffed bear. Every year since we have been married he gets me the stuffed Valentine bear from Wal-Mart that has the year on it's foot.
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