So it's Friday and my week was a mixed bag. One on hand, I started into a new running routine and had two great workouts. Hey, two is better than the one or none I'd been logging for a while there! I was actually due for a third today but was derailed. I was supposed to meet up with a co-worker before heading to the office for a run/walk, but instead I ended up working at home and taking one of my cats to the vet for an eye infection on my lunch break, so... it didn't happen. I've been toying with the idea of at least going out for a walk later this evening, but honestly I just don't know.
Anyway, here is a post-run photo of my last outing. It made me really happy.
|3 miles of run/walk, half and half. At six something in the morning, too!|
I should know. I should just go out and do it.
No tennis happened this week, which sucked, but we are going tomorrow morning. Yay!
What didn't go so well, unfortunately, was my eating. My weight was way up this morning, to *gasp* 290. What is wrong with me??? Augh! I do not want to be here. I want to be FAR away from here. Yet here I am. I am honestly not sure why I have been struggling so much with food lately.
My logging has been sporadic, so that is probably something I need to focus more on. In fact, that should be a priority. So.
Do me a favor? Tell me what to do. Give me a piece of advice. Give me something to think about. I am asking for someone to help fish me out of this quicksand I found myself in.
That's exactly what it feels like – stuck in quicksand. I've been watching my moving average weight creep up and up for months now. My head is still above the sand, but I am sinking fast and if I don't really do something soon, I'm going to be in a lot of trouble.
Augh. Argh. Ugh. Do not want.