I ran yesterday and it was the worst one yet. Downright brutal, topped off with a gnat flying smack into my eyeball. Today’s run, however, was much better. My only goal was to run 2 miles straight through. And I did. The hills weren’t that tough and I didn’t summon my Shirtless Man Cheerleaders. Ok, well, maybe just once to congratulate myself. I was so relieved that I did it I nearly cried. Pathetic? Yes. But, after going downhill for an entire week, I needed some sign of progress.
This past weekend’s drinking was curtailed, but it’s still damaging the weight loss. And this I cannot understand. How does one go from drinking wine DAILY to drinking wine Friday and Saturday and not see significant weight loss? And by significant, I’m mean 2 pounds! Anyway, this is a pms week so I’ll give myself a little slack. But, next weekend won’t be much better. We’re heading down to MD to go out on my friend’s boat. Will Power is invited, too. I’ll be keeping him on a tight leash.
