Horizontal Stripes and Mirrors

It's been a while since my last post. It's been kind of an off week, to be honest. We had a guest in from out of town for a few days, which was fun but definitely knocks you out of your routine. I also had some issues with what I assume is a pulled muscle in my side that has been affecting my sleep. I even had what I think was a slight UTI! (Sucked.) I haven't exercised much, except, oh you know...

I RAN FIVE MILES.

Yep, I ran five miles on Sunday with my friend Jewel. Both of us missed the group run on Saturday so we paired up the next day to assure we'd get it done. It was super hard for me, since I wasn't feeling my super best in the first place, but it is on the books and if I don't want to I never have to do it again: from here on out our running group runs will be four miles or less. (Thank god, for now.)

Also. I am a fat person but I dared wear horizontal stripes and walk around a room made of mirrors yesterday. Proof:

I got my Balega socks on!

Like, OMG, right? This is at the Albright-Knox Art Gallery in Buffalo, and it's a sculpture by Lucas Samaras that has been around since I was a kid. (Actually, since before I was a kid – 1966, to be precise.) Anyway. That was fun and even though I should have looked up while taking the photo, I like it. Aren't my Balega running socks the best? The Hidden Comfort style is my absolute favorite. 

Yes, you have to take your shoes off to go inside the room. And you can't touch anything.

And here is Jewel and I just after our massive five-mile achievement!

I look, perhaps, a bit manic, and honestly, I sort of was at that point. I still can't believe I did it.

Now that our guest has returned home, my partner and I will be out playing tennis after work once again. I haven't done much exercise other than the long run since last week and hoping to make up for it in the coming days: tennis today and tomorrow, and then running or walking every day from Saturday to Monday while I am visiting at my dad's in New Hampshire. Friday and Tuesday are long travel days. 

I haven't weighed myself since Saturday, and I wasn't super happy then – up a couple from my triumphant 100 pound loss, of course. I say of course because whenever I hit a big milestone, my weight bounces. I hate it, but that is what seems to happen, so I am trying not to get down on myself about it. I'm going to wait to weigh until I get back from my dad's because I always lose weight when I visit him and my stepmom. We'll see. In the meantime, I just can't deal. And that's OK.