... and that's when I generally head towards the treadmill. Even though it's cold out there too, I warm up faster and of course, there's no wind chill. The issue with that is while treadmill running gets the job done, it's b-o-r-i-n-g! The other morning I just kept repeating "6-8 more weeks and this will be over."
Things are up and down with the nutritionist. Or rather I should say my weight has been up and down - lost 3 pounds the first week, then immediately gained 2 back the second week eating and exercising the same both weeks. My immediate reaction was how much I hate the scale. I seriously wanted to scream. But my second reaction was to be glad to show her exactly what I've been dealing with for years. If she can figure this out, it will be my hallelujah you hear.
When I was running yesterday morning, I was on the downhill stretch home running smack in the middle of the street (you can do that at 5:30 am). The street lights were casting shadows ahead of me. I noticed one right away - it was tall and thin and sort of graceful looking. But then I noticed a closer shadow: shorter, chubbier and clunking along. I realized that the closer darker shadow was how I really looked. Then it occurred to me that maybe, just maybe, while I could see my present, just a little bit ahead, was my future.