After what feels like a lifetime of running and eating healthy and after a long trip up north that has sent us home with tons more toys, clothes and almost 10 pounds body weight heavier.....my time is now. I feel so gross, which only leads me to believe that my love/hate relationship with working out leans more towards the love side.
The only reason I am giving myself the weekend is because I want to savor the last few days of leave I have with Ben and Connor, together as a family. We went shopping for groceries and have picked up everything to have every meal at the house, which means no eating out, no temptation for garbage. Tons of fruits and veggies means I will fill up on delicious, nutricious food instead of ice cream, chocolate and chips. I am tracked an entirely new running program to train for the 13K in October and have am planning on going to the gym on my "off-running" days to start lifting weights and cross train.
I hope my motivation continues. Right now, honestly, my only motivation is the feeling of looking like an oversized whale and how much I truly hate it. I have to start again and get my butt in gear. It's going to be a long 13.1 miles if I don't!
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