In middle school and high school, I was a fatty. There's really no way to sugar coat it (pleasantly plump? I had a pretty face?). After my grandmother died during my junior year I made a promise to myself that I would lose weight and would not spend my life overweight and sick like she had been (she was a diabetic). So I started logging my food intake, counting calories, and exercising regularly. Between the summer of junior year and the end of senior year I had lost around 30 pounds. Since then it's been a real pain in the you-know-what to lose more and keep it off. I've been yo-yo-ing between the 130 and 125 range for what seems like forever.
When I first got married to Mr. Marine I moved far away from home and everyone I knew and I used food to comfort myself. Since his deployment to Afghanistan I've lost the weight I gained and then some. Once again I've hit the 125 plateau! I've started keeping a food diary again so I can be accountable for what I'm eating and have been trying to exercise more.
One day while sitting on the couch watching TV with Mr. Marine I looked at him and said, "We should go running". He just quit smoking and is gearing up to take a PT test for a job so it's definitely beneficial for him too. The last couple nights we've been running at the park near our apartment and it has been MAGICAL. Somewhere along the way in life I've learned not to give up when I get tired (which has always been the issue with me and running) and to PUSH THROUGH. I have never felt this powerful and good in my entire life. I think I'm addicted! Hey, it's better than crack!
What about you guys? Yay or nay on the whole running deal?
Until next time,