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Run Forest Run!!

Feeling back on track - and with a plan.  I'm not getting on the scale until Friday.  I need to wean myself from that thing.  It's not always going to show what I want it to show and only serves as reinforcement when I'm being hard on myself.  So no scale until Friday.

Today was the maiden run on my new shoes - and a long run to boot!  4 miles.  59 minutes.  Slow as molasses but running!  Among the funny things going on in my brain while I'm putting one new shoe in front of another...a new nickname. 

I'm now calling myself Forest Plump.  Come on, admit it, it's kind of funny.  I promise not to use it out loud. But from now on, I will be thinking of myself as Forest Plump. 

And I went grocery shopping - and I've got meals for the rest of the week.  I feel MUCH more under control.  And much less negative about my slip.  Screw it - it was popcorn.  I will learn from it.  I will grow from it.  And I will succeed.  Or die trying!

TTFN,
Forest Plump

Comments

JourneyBeyondSurvival said…
Way to turn it around! You go Forest GO!
March 30, 2010 at 3:53 AM
Morgan said…
Way to go! Getting back on track after a bad day can be the hardest part, and you did it! And I am majorly impressed that you can run 4 miles at any speed - the most I have done at a time is 1 and that was only once. Keep it up, you are doing great!
March 30, 2010 at 10:00 AM
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