This picture . . . clearly didn’t work out. It was supposed to be a “progress high-five!” photo, but our camera’s broken and our video camera’s still feature is not so awesome.
I think the fact that I have blogged about my goals more than once in a two-month span is pretty monumental. Hopefully it’s not getting obnoxious for you guys, but, on my end of things, it’s really helping me keep focused.
The school year has started for Paul, and that means our days have become very looooooooong. When things get long/boring/stressful for me, I usually reach for a bag of chocolate chips. So far, however, I think I’ve done a pretty good job of avoiding that golden bag of delicious Nestle tastiness. I’ve been counting calories, and, despite the fact that I had a dream last night that a big scary muscly guy told me that counting calories was the wrong way to go about it (it was a weird Big Brother-style house-mate situation . . . I think he was about to make me eat a raw-egg smoothie), I’m pretty happy with how things are going.
I can’t really remember when it was that I hopped aboard the healthy train (this time around), but I’ve lost almost twelve pounds since I did, and my friend and I are halfway through week seven of this eight-week 5k program.
Friends. Friends, THIS IS EPIC.
The last time I exercised regularly for more than three weeks was my Sophomore year of college. I’m sure you’ve heard me talk about Sophomore year, but if you haven’t, it was definitely my Golden Age. Classes done, every day, by noon. Lunch with my best friends,every day, followed by an hour of As the World Turns, then an hour of jogging two miles around the top level of the UNK gym.
Every day.
I’m pretty sure I was in the best shape of my life then. I was working out at a gym, too, in the late afternoons, and I actually looked kind of ripped in the arm-region.
Jeeze, I sound like I’m talking about a completely different person.
ANYWAY, enough with the memory lane. My friend and I cannot believe how far we’ve gotten, and we’re pretty sure it’s because of each other. Moral of the story? Get yourself an Accountabilibuddy. Unless you’re a lone wolf . . . then you probably shouldn’t. You should also probably get yourself a leather jacket, a motorcycle, and a desperate need to be alone on the road. I guess if you’re a lone wolf you’ve probably already got all three of those things, and are very annoyed with me telling your business. Moving on.
So, here we are. I’m not completely out of my maternity pants yet, but my clothes are definitely fitting better. I’m feeling better, and I’ve also got a pretty awesome friendship growing as a result of this journey. Win, win, win.
Also, my 10-pound-reward is a haircut that is scheduled for Friday, so I’m pretty pumped about that.
What about you guys? Any goals you want to put up on the internets? Tips for not running out of steam? A general opinion on Ben Affleck playing the new Batman?