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confession time...

I'm in a slump and I don't know why.  I haven't been running - I've been sitting, a lot.  My food's been ok, not perfect, but not bad.  But I haven't been TRYING.  It's like I got past 200 and my brain is ready to celebrate.  It doesn't realize I'm not done!!  I have races coming up - less than a month until I will be running a half marathon for crying out loud!
So tonight - I run.  And no snacking.  NO MORE CAPTAIN CRUNCH.  Yes.  Sorry.  Not sure why I'm apologizing but I feel like I've let myself - and people using me as inspiration - down. 

But tonight - I will run.  And tomorrow will be meal planning, grocery shopping (and cooking for another open house - feeding 300+ people!!). 

And tomorrow I will blog about my first OA meeting.  Preview:  I was a little disappointed in the format but went there with some pretty high expectations.  I will be going back.  Not this weekend - we've got an out of town baseball tournament - but next weekend I will be there!!

Ok.  So I confessed.  Now for the accountibility part.  That's what this blog is for.  Accountibility. 

I will report back tonight after my run...


TTFN,
LauraLynne

Comments

Melanie said…
So, about the forgiveness thing. I have determined that you forgive others as much for you (if not more) as for them. When you hold a grudge, you only hurt yourself much more than the other person. You hold your progression back. Saying I forgive you does not mean you are saying it was okay, it just means you will not let it affect your life anymore. The weight that is lifted from forgiving someone is tremendous.
As for the slump, go out for a run today. Don't take a watch, just run because you can. Run in the moment and take it all in. I'll bet your attitude will change real quickly.
LauraLynne said…
Melanie - that's great advice and I will certainly try and forgive myself - and tonight I will run. Running without a watch is a great idea! thank you.
Lesia said…
great accountability...good luck.smile.

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