It was totally expected and no shock to me that I would go through a time of “I just can’t do this, I don’t want to do this, I am not going to do this, I don’t care, I am a loser, I am too fat, forget it…” stage. I barely hung on, but hang on I did with a little walk here and short run there. I am still forging ahead because A). I really want to to do this and B). I really want a new pair of running shoes and there is no way we can budget for it if I am not actually running and showing my husband that I am committed.
I mapped out the miles on my route, which has made me a little more focused on exactly how much I am running (2 miles). 2 miles is better than no miles and by the end of the month I hope I can double that.
Then there was also the matter of my eating. It took a “Honey I just ate the whole box of cookies” moment with my husband for him to realize that buying and bringing that stuff into the house only causes me to stumble in a BIG way and he won’t get to eat it anyway because I will demolish it during the night while reading a book or watching Jimmy Fallon. So he GOT it and is accepting that for this season in our life, he will not be able to buy Cinnabons or Wedding Cookies or 20 lbs of Bacon…..