So… This month, I got back on the horse. Well, sort of.
I ate a lot of gluten. A lot. I decided that I had enough issues with food, and dammit, I was going to control it, and not let it control me. Yeah, that didn’t work out so well. I feel like hell. Cold, clammy, stopped-up hell. LAME. So much for control. On the other hand, because I was eating like a gluttonous slob, I worked out like crazy. There wasn’t a day I did fewer than 3 miles. One of those days, I actually RAN, like, flat-out HAULED ASS, for two miles. I did 3 more after that. I was so freaking flustered that running was all I could think to do. Never mind that I almost passed out, that my legs were killing me, and all that shenanigans. That doesn’t matter. I can run. For now, I am setting modest, attainable goals. I do 3 miles on the treadmill at a pace of 3.5 miles per hour walking. I walk for 3 minutes, then run for a minute or two, depending on how I am feeling. That may not impress you, but for someone carrying 40 pounds, I’ll take it.
So September’s goals: Down 5 pounds from starting weight; continue to run / walk 3 miles 4 times a week. By the September wrap-up, be able to run for 2 minutes at a time without feeling like I am going to pass out. Here’s to September. *cheers*
