I worked out Monday on my own, and hit that treadmill like it was nobodies business. Yeah. 90 minutes and like 5 miles later...chicka chicka meow. Took it easy, and did an 8 minute walk with an incline, and then 2 minutes of running for the entire time. Then on Tuesday, I had PT with Igor. I told him not to kill me, but damn am I sore. Especially my legs and butt. Ouch.
Still kind of eating like crap, but trying to get back in the right mindset. Working out hard helps me feel like actually eating healthy. Tomorrow's dinner fish and vegetables. I'm trying to do more raw foods. I figure I can eat as much of whatever I want of vegetables and fruit. Raw foods. Yum. So, I'm trying to do that more too.
Today, I went on a short walk with David, but nothing to be called calorie burning. Yesterday was my birthday. It's hard to believe that I'm 26 now. I thought I would be in a much different place. I also thought I would feel like and adult. I feel like 26 is old. I miss being a kid. I know I'm not old but I certainly don't feel my age. How strange. One thing though is that I'm hoping that the second half of my twenties is much better than the first half. Cause the first half had a lot of suckiness in it. I'm tired of being in a dark awful place. I'm ready to feel blissfully content.
Success: being back! Feeling healthy and feeling like myself again.
Setbacks: Eating like crap. Really? Do I even need to say this? I alwasy eat like crap. Damn Damn Damn.
I think there are one or two spelling errors, but I don't see it and the spell check won't work?
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