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I lifted weights this morning, a light set, and then ran 3.2 miles on the treadmill, the distance of a 5k. Granted, it was a treadmill, and granted, it took me 39 minutes, but this is my new starting point. I am competing against myself, against that voice in my head that tells me fat girls can't run marathons, against that sabatoeur in my brainpan that tells me this isn't doing any good because I have not yet lost a single pound even though I am weighing and measuring all my food and writing down everything I take into my body and meticulously tracking my daily points.
I haven't lost a single pound. Not one. It is really, really discouraging.
But, I have eaten 3 vegan meals this week, no meat since the bacon I had last Sunday (which, according to Kat isn't a meat, it's a miracle) and been to the gym every weekday for two weeks straight.
I am living better than I was 2 weeks ago.
Next week's goal is to do the same time on a 5k on a slight incline. Fridays will be the 5k treadmill run each week.
I am going to kick the shit out of that little voice in my head, and get healthy, and goddamn what my scale says.
Keep telling yourself that, Steph.
Off to work for me.
I haven't lost a single pound. Not one. It is really, really discouraging.
But, I have eaten 3 vegan meals this week, no meat since the bacon I had last Sunday (which, according to Kat isn't a meat, it's a miracle) and been to the gym every weekday for two weeks straight.
I am living better than I was 2 weeks ago.
Next week's goal is to do the same time on a 5k on a slight incline. Fridays will be the 5k treadmill run each week.
I am going to kick the shit out of that little voice in my head, and get healthy, and goddamn what my scale says.
Keep telling yourself that, Steph.
Off to work for me.