A cold is on its way. Zicam, vitamin C.... I am trying it all, but fear that I am losing the battle. My head is aching, my eyes, and I am foggy. Darn. I hate to be sick.
At least I am not hungry. I am not over eating (much). I have a WW meeting tomorrow and hope to see better than the -.2 I saw last week. It's so hard, but I am SO worth it. I know I haven't dedicated myself to this effort and I am probably throwing my money away at WW, but I know that if I didnt' go, I would weigh more. At least I have picked up something in the upteen times I have quit and rejoined the program. It's not a quick fix. I won't be at goal tomorrow, or next week, but slowly slowly I will begin to realize what I need to do in order to get to and maintain a healthy weight. I am too fat. I don't aspire to anything more than a healthy range. Of course the benefits of not being the fat girl running are fun to imagine; and hopefully, I will get to live them one day soon.
I keep putting off "the PLAN". I keep delaying the re-start of my BFL efforts. I can't seem to fit it all into a schedule that works for me and my family. Kids skating, girl scouts, babysitting my neighbor's kid and doing all my mommy chores are a lot to deal with. I need to get with it though and start dealing with it. I need to set a goal and stick with the program. I don't want to lose the strength or cardio stamina that I have built up. I don't want to be soft. The marathon was a GREAT training program. I was dedicated, focused. Once the race was over, however, I lost something. I wanted a break. I didn't think it would turn into quitting.... I'll start with small steps - but they have to be planned. I hate going to the gym without a list of exercises; weights or a spin bike. I guess this is step one.
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