It's motivational Monday, or it would be if I weren't so darn exhausted from the weekend. It was a great weekend, I must say that first, I just wish I hadn't done so darn much. I feel foggy and irritated and I'll use what has become a new fun word among the workout community: hangry. I'm hungry and it makes me angry. So to anyone who I snapped at today, sorry!
Saturday I got my new shoes, some amazing Nike runners. I feel like I must brag, I was pretty excited to get real running shoes from a sports store. They were on sale, $20 off but they are amazing. And for the price I paid they should be.
Sunday we went to the apple orchard for an hour. Drove down to a pumpkin patch for a short look around. Called in a take out pizza order. Drove home and ate (I ate 2 slices of pizza and a cheese bread stick, 520 cals, it was bad I know). After we sat for a bit we packed up again, and went over to the farm to play in the remaining sunshine and let the kids roam a bit. I especially loved the sunshine on my face. It was warm and the breeze was just great. It helped, of course, that the farm owner had a nice little campfire going and the woodsmoke smell was fantastic!
Today was my first day back on the treadmill after a 3 day break to let my metatarsal pain ease up. The new shoes worked like a charm. A little sore, but a vast improvement. I'm feeling extra run down today, though my diet and my workout have nothing to do with it. I have until Saturday to see a little more weight come off. My last weigh in was 184.6 and I'd like to be down to 184 by this weekend. I started out the month of October at 191 so I feel like I'm doing ok right now.
I think what holds me up is the extra salt. I am a HUGE salt fan. I love salty snacks, not sweet. I'm not a chip fan, just crunch salty foods. But I better get on with the motivational part, so... here it is. My husband. I'm sure he wouldn't want me to use him as a reason to get fit, but he is. I will not say that I've ever had a reason to believe that my husband did not love me when I was obese. He has always been supportive and caring. But when I made the choice to get healthy, I made the decision for myself. But I knew, that an ulterior motive was to get a body that would make him gaga without me having to turn on the charm. I want to be a sexy wife. But it's hard to be a siren when you're worried about a roll or what he's thinking in bed or some other horrible scenario. It just sucks being fat.
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