If you recall, almost three years ago, I lost 60 pounds using Weight Watchers and regular exercise. I mostly kept all the weight off, give or take 10 pounds. The 10 pounds (or more like 15) had been creeping back up on me the past few months until I decided to do the detox I did a few weeks ago.
And in three days - POOF! - 10 pounds gone.
If anyone knows me, I am stubborn, which in some instances can be a good trait. In this instance, it was a good trait. I refused to gain back those 10 pounds I lost on the detox. I watched what I ate, still do, and not only have I kept off those 10 pounds, but I have lost about 5 more pounds.
And it has honestly been pretty easy this time. I sort of knew what I was doing wrong (over-eating, eating CRAP) so it hasn't been that hard. I would still like to lose a few more pounds, but we shall see.
One goal I have had for a long time is to run a 1/2 marathon. I have a love/hate relationship with running. I really, really like the workout I get from running. I like going out and running and having my thoughts all to myself. I like to sweat and feel like I am putting my body through a good workout. I hate the stitches I get, I hate having to convince myself to do one more mile.
And the thought of running 13 miles honestly scares the living crap out of me, but what the hell, you only live once.
I am signed up to run the Outer Banks 1/2 Marathon in November. Ray is signed up as well, as is about 20-30 people from my neighborhood. They are setting up some training groups, but I run really, really slow, so I am pretty sure I will have to train by myself. I have sort of come to grips with the fact I run slow and everyone will run faster than me, but hey, at least I am running.