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I've been on here for the past forty-five minutes reading journal entries though I know I need to be getting to bed. I cannot help myself. I'm so interested in everyone's success. I'm just a people person like that...
Anyway, today was an overall good day. I worked for a friend who's moving and for five hours, I went through and moved boxes. It was minimal exercise though, really. For lunch, she served me a sandwich and salads of potoato, macaronni and cole slaw.I couldn't help myself you guys, I ate them all and most probably too much of each.
I was just so ravishingly hungry today. What's worse is, for dinner, my boys and I got chinese, and though my broccoli and chicken wasn't bad in calories, the white rice I ate with it was. I was just so ravenously hungry. I don't know what it was.
I did, however, pack cereal to go see 'Juno' in an attempt to resist the buttery deliciousness of fresh popcorn. It worked. I ended up only downing 105 cals for a snack instead of the five hundred I would have cupped into my mouth had I ate the popcorn.
When I got home, I spooned down a serving of oatmeal, half a serving of cereal and four hershey's kisses cause for the past two days, I've had a craving for sweets like no other. This indulgence of food helped me run rather well. 5.5 miles and 720 calories. I was happy with it, really.
I'm really alot happier when I can estimate how many calories I actually consummed for the day, but given the chinese and lunch salads I ate, I truely had no idea of today's. The fact of the matter is though, I know I didn't eat 3,000 and if I did, I burned off enough to be at my maintanence level which is 2,400. What's great about knowing this, is that I can be *sure* I at least didn't *gain* anything.
I really do think that's why I enjoy running so much, because I *know* and can *calculate* what I'm burning and how *much* I'll burn with my amount of stammina. Instead of being depressed about eating something, I'll think to myself "Yeah, I can eat this cause I'm going to burn *this many* cals tonight." I mean, if I've had 2,100 cals for the day, I'll run for longer than if I had 1,800 cals for the day. I find this really, really easy to get used to. It's simply addition and subtraction. If I treat myself, I run more, if I don't, I run less or on a lesser incline. It's just so simple and uncomplicated, that I'm rather certian I can continue this for the rest of my life.
The greatest news for today, is the news of my success at the Goodwill store. My daddy bought me twenty-seven dollars worth of 'skinny' clothes. I love him SO UBERLY much you guys, it isn't even funny. I'm a daddy's girl to the bone. And it was great how he complimented me when I got home. I wasn't able to get my mother's opinion on the clothing because she was at work, so when I tried them on at home, I was sure to show her. I got a white denim outift, a pair of slender black jeans, a pair of shorts and white denim skirt. Yes, I know, it's all denim, but I cannot help myself. I live in jean.
Now keep in mind, all of these clothes are the SMALLEST size I've EVER gotten. The skirt is a size 10, and it's too big even. I was actually surprised, but I feel AMAZINGLY awesome in it. My mom was skeptical of the minimal length of my shorts, but my father assured her they look fine and I do not, in fact, look like a harlet. He explained that she's merely not used to seeing me in such slender clothing. It's what he complimented me on. He told me he was so impressed and proud for how good I look in my 'slender' clothing. He told me my grandmother is going to freak when I go to florida and she sees me thirty pounds lighter. He's really, VERY excited and happy for me you guys. He's the greatest form of encouragement I have here. I love him to death.
Well, I'd write more, but this is long enough and I can barely keep my eyes open and my back it knotting from sitting here in the same position for so long.
I hope all of you have had an awesome week so far and will have an even better one as it wears on!!
Big hugs and love to you all!!
Anyway, today was an overall good day. I worked for a friend who's moving and for five hours, I went through and moved boxes. It was minimal exercise though, really. For lunch, she served me a sandwich and salads of potoato, macaronni and cole slaw.I couldn't help myself you guys, I ate them all and most probably too much of each.
I was just so ravishingly hungry today. What's worse is, for dinner, my boys and I got chinese, and though my broccoli and chicken wasn't bad in calories, the white rice I ate with it was. I was just so ravenously hungry. I don't know what it was.
I did, however, pack cereal to go see 'Juno' in an attempt to resist the buttery deliciousness of fresh popcorn. It worked. I ended up only downing 105 cals for a snack instead of the five hundred I would have cupped into my mouth had I ate the popcorn.
When I got home, I spooned down a serving of oatmeal, half a serving of cereal and four hershey's kisses cause for the past two days, I've had a craving for sweets like no other. This indulgence of food helped me run rather well. 5.5 miles and 720 calories. I was happy with it, really.
I'm really alot happier when I can estimate how many calories I actually consummed for the day, but given the chinese and lunch salads I ate, I truely had no idea of today's. The fact of the matter is though, I know I didn't eat 3,000 and if I did, I burned off enough to be at my maintanence level which is 2,400. What's great about knowing this, is that I can be *sure* I at least didn't *gain* anything.
I really do think that's why I enjoy running so much, because I *know* and can *calculate* what I'm burning and how *much* I'll burn with my amount of stammina. Instead of being depressed about eating something, I'll think to myself "Yeah, I can eat this cause I'm going to burn *this many* cals tonight." I mean, if I've had 2,100 cals for the day, I'll run for longer than if I had 1,800 cals for the day. I find this really, really easy to get used to. It's simply addition and subtraction. If I treat myself, I run more, if I don't, I run less or on a lesser incline. It's just so simple and uncomplicated, that I'm rather certian I can continue this for the rest of my life.
The greatest news for today, is the news of my success at the Goodwill store. My daddy bought me twenty-seven dollars worth of 'skinny' clothes. I love him SO UBERLY much you guys, it isn't even funny. I'm a daddy's girl to the bone. And it was great how he complimented me when I got home. I wasn't able to get my mother's opinion on the clothing because she was at work, so when I tried them on at home, I was sure to show her. I got a white denim outift, a pair of slender black jeans, a pair of shorts and white denim skirt. Yes, I know, it's all denim, but I cannot help myself. I live in jean.
Now keep in mind, all of these clothes are the SMALLEST size I've EVER gotten. The skirt is a size 10, and it's too big even. I was actually surprised, but I feel AMAZINGLY awesome in it. My mom was skeptical of the minimal length of my shorts, but my father assured her they look fine and I do not, in fact, look like a harlet. He explained that she's merely not used to seeing me in such slender clothing. It's what he complimented me on. He told me he was so impressed and proud for how good I look in my 'slender' clothing. He told me my grandmother is going to freak when I go to florida and she sees me thirty pounds lighter. He's really, VERY excited and happy for me you guys. He's the greatest form of encouragement I have here. I love him to death.
Well, I'd write more, but this is long enough and I can barely keep my eyes open and my back it knotting from sitting here in the same position for so long.
I hope all of you have had an awesome week so far and will have an even better one as it wears on!!
Big hugs and love to you all!!
lusciouslemon
New member
ooooh...you ARE dirty, aren't you bikini!Ha! If I had to choose between Treadmillio and Trevor, I'd pick Trevor every time. I'm sure he could figure out a better way to make me sweat.
lusciouslemon
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Rach,
I know what you mean about knowing what calories are in things. I'm finding that I tend to eat more things that I know the calories in rather than the ones I have to guess. Nutritional information is such marketing for companies, even if the calorie content is brutal. If I'm going to make a really nasty decision I WANT to know. Denial is evil. That's where you run into problems!
How was "Juno"? I've heard that its gotten awesome reviews?
Isn't goodwill shopping great? Not much feels better than walking out of a place with a bag full o' clothing for twenty bucks AND knowing that they're the smallest sizes EVER!! Bask in the glory!!!
I know what you mean about knowing what calories are in things. I'm finding that I tend to eat more things that I know the calories in rather than the ones I have to guess. Nutritional information is such marketing for companies, even if the calorie content is brutal. If I'm going to make a really nasty decision I WANT to know. Denial is evil. That's where you run into problems!
How was "Juno"? I've heard that its gotten awesome reviews?
Isn't goodwill shopping great? Not much feels better than walking out of a place with a bag full o' clothing for twenty bucks AND knowing that they're the smallest sizes EVER!! Bask in the glory!!!
bikinibound
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LMAO! Yes, I am. I confess. In fact, I just posted that in someone's else's diary. I'm a dirty old lady who enjoys flirting with men half my her age. Oh well.
Rae--that is so cool about the clothes. Your dad is awesome, and I'm so glad you have him.
I'm sure your gran will be shocked when she sees you. You might want to prepare her so she doesn't have a heart attack. Run, Rachael, Run, let your body hum...
My H used to say that about a guy named Raymond. 
Omega
Moderator
Hi Rae
I can understand so well the attitude that an indulgence can be cancelled by a calculated quantity of exercise. This is exactly why I will always have to wear my pedometer. As long as I walk I know that I will be fine. We live in fear of getting fat again.
I loved this. You got some brilliant outfits there - and your Dad is wonderful. You know that the problem will be that your mother is realising how much more grown up you are getting. Parents are often a bit funny - and would like to convince themselves that you cannot be getting all grown up quite yet - I suppose that accepting that makes them feel a bit older themselves.
Take care
Love
Margaret
I can understand so well the attitude that an indulgence can be cancelled by a calculated quantity of exercise. This is exactly why I will always have to wear my pedometer. As long as I walk I know that I will be fine. We live in fear of getting fat again.
I loved this. You got some brilliant outfits there - and your Dad is wonderful. You know that the problem will be that your mother is realising how much more grown up you are getting. Parents are often a bit funny - and would like to convince themselves that you cannot be getting all grown up quite yet - I suppose that accepting that makes them feel a bit older themselves.
Take care
Love
Margaret
Oh, 'Juno' was great, sweetie. I laughed so hard in some places. It truly is a great movie with a great moral core. I loved it. It's humor was simple and crept up on you unexpectedly. Those are the best kind of comedies, in my opinion. It's definitely worth the money to go see. And I just like the name 'Paulie Bleeker'. It's just fun to say...."Bleeker"....lol...
It is!! I LOVE Goodwill. What's great about ours, is that Fashion Bug can write off donating to them as a tax deduction, so at the end of the seasons, they do. I go to the thrift store RIGHT away. In fact, I got a GREAT Easter outfit for only...sixteen dollars. I'm so excited!!
Last night I was unable to update given the early time at which I had to wake-up this morning. I'm fifteen minutes away from going to work, so I thought I'd enjoy my morning coffee and write.
Yesterday, my dad, brother and I went to a Scratch and Dent store. I suppose years ago they were called 'Nickel and Dime' stores. Anyway, they're groccery stores with brand name foods for about a fifth of the regular price. We got SO MANY complex carbs from there. I'm pretty sure we have about forty boxes of oatmeal in our pantry. To go along with it, I now have any kind of cereal I can think of sitting nice and pretty on the top shelf. I tried them ALL last night.
I scarffed down about three bowls of cereal before my late night run. My favorites were Honey Bunches of Oats with Almonds and Choco Chex. Okay honeys, if ANY of you have a chocolate craving and it's not in your plan to snack on a Hersheys, definitely entertain the idea of investing in Choco Chex. I'm telling you, for only 130 calories, I got my sweets fix. It impeded me from eating about 300 calories worth of chocolate ice cream. I was so happy. I will probobly never retire of this cereal. The great part is there are no Hydrogenated Oils or HFCS in it. Check it out my lovelies, you'll love it, I know it.
To update further, I ran the hardest I ever have last night. 5.80 miles. I'm SO CLOSE to achieving my goal of 6 miles a night. I burned 720 calories again as well. By next week I should be able to accomplish my six-mile run, I think.
My body right now, feels absolutely AMAZING. It's humming with the content of post-exertion. It has been for the past 10 hours. I love the way I feel after a run. I'm in a good mood for at least the whole day following.
All right, I'm popping off to work. I'll talk to you guys later!! Big hugs.
Yesterday, my dad, brother and I went to a Scratch and Dent store. I suppose years ago they were called 'Nickel and Dime' stores. Anyway, they're groccery stores with brand name foods for about a fifth of the regular price. We got SO MANY complex carbs from there. I'm pretty sure we have about forty boxes of oatmeal in our pantry. To go along with it, I now have any kind of cereal I can think of sitting nice and pretty on the top shelf. I tried them ALL last night.
I scarffed down about three bowls of cereal before my late night run. My favorites were Honey Bunches of Oats with Almonds and Choco Chex. Okay honeys, if ANY of you have a chocolate craving and it's not in your plan to snack on a Hersheys, definitely entertain the idea of investing in Choco Chex. I'm telling you, for only 130 calories, I got my sweets fix. It impeded me from eating about 300 calories worth of chocolate ice cream. I was so happy. I will probobly never retire of this cereal. The great part is there are no Hydrogenated Oils or HFCS in it. Check it out my lovelies, you'll love it, I know it.
To update further, I ran the hardest I ever have last night. 5.80 miles. I'm SO CLOSE to achieving my goal of 6 miles a night. I burned 720 calories again as well. By next week I should be able to accomplish my six-mile run, I think.
My body right now, feels absolutely AMAZING. It's humming with the content of post-exertion. It has been for the past 10 hours. I love the way I feel after a run. I'm in a good mood for at least the whole day following.
All right, I'm popping off to work. I'll talk to you guys later!! Big hugs.
lusciouslemon
New member
Goodwill and Scratch & Dent stores! You're my kinda gal. I love the salvation army near my place. Someone in my 'hood has the same size feet as me and amazing taste. This chick must be loaded...there's often a great stash of mucho high end shoes that are hardly worn! Then again it might be several people...I've got small feet and I live in a place with a high Asian population. Needless to say, none of the high-end clothing never fits. LOL.
Oooh, just talking about it makes me want to blow 10 BUCKS. Heheehee. 10 BUCKS. Might have head out there today...
Oooh, just talking about it makes me want to blow 10 BUCKS. Heheehee. 10 BUCKS. Might have head out there today...
Okay you guys, I stepped on the scale this morning and it read 165. I swear the thing is broken. I've NOT gained 8 pounds in a week!! I've treated myself only once and ran it off in the evening. I think my scale is broken, it's one of those kind with an LCD screen.
The thing is, I fit into my skinny jeans now and couldn't even when I was 158. I honestly think my scale is broken, that or I'm EXTREMELY constipated. I can tell, by looking the mirror, that I'm loosing not gaining. So either I really, really need to pee and can't tell, or I've gained massive muscle mass, which I highly doubt because I've not been doing any strength training. Though, I have been running longer at a faster interval. I really think this serves to heighten my endurance and not build muscle, but I could be wrong.
Anyway, thought I had to share that interesting tid-bit of info. I'll without weighing myself again for a few weeks and see what it says then. Maybe it'll quite being possessed and *actually* work. Haha.
The thing is, I fit into my skinny jeans now and couldn't even when I was 158. I honestly think my scale is broken, that or I'm EXTREMELY constipated. I can tell, by looking the mirror, that I'm loosing not gaining. So either I really, really need to pee and can't tell, or I've gained massive muscle mass, which I highly doubt because I've not been doing any strength training. Though, I have been running longer at a faster interval. I really think this serves to heighten my endurance and not build muscle, but I could be wrong.
Anyway, thought I had to share that interesting tid-bit of info. I'll without weighing myself again for a few weeks and see what it says then. Maybe it'll quite being possessed and *actually* work. Haha.
ugh!!! scales are the most annoying invention invented!!
i myself like TM...scalentino is not very pleased with you...maybe getting jealous with you spending all that time with treadmillio.
measure yourself...i'm sure you will have lost in which case who cares about scalentino...your new best friend is TM
x
i myself like TM...scalentino is not very pleased with you...maybe getting jealous with you spending all that time with treadmillio.
measure yourself...i'm sure you will have lost in which case who cares about scalentino...your new best friend is TM
x
Trevor10
New member
sometimes you can gain weight and actually look better physically! remember that, but 8 pound difference must mean something is wrong...
Yeah, you know, I have NO IDEA Trev why it calculated so much. Usually I only fluctuate no more than four pounds. I'm assuming it's water weight, honestly. I've been drinking ALOT of water lately because I've been running so excessively. I'm really not worried, just curious as to why it would compute so much extra weight.
And I *do* look better physcially. Perhaps that's why I'm not worried. I'm still toning up so...I'll just have to give this time, I guess...
bikinibound
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Some of that weight gain could be due to 
is that about to arrive? Or maybe Scalentino got knocked around a bit (by Treadmillio) and it threw him off.
is that about to arrive? Or maybe Scalentino got knocked around a bit (by Treadmillio) and it threw him off. lusciouslemon
New member
Maybe your scales just scared about how skinny you're getting! He caught word of the skinny jeans and is petrified that you'll give him the toss when you reach your goal! The fat and your scale are conspiring against you. I've had my suspicious about those two sneaky little SOB's. They're always out to get ya...
India1
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HI!
I just read about your dad and the "slender" clothes. i think it's great that he supports you like that, you're very lucky. My father isn't so supportive...when I say I've lost some weight his usual answer is: "well, it was just about time!"
Not very encouraging...Fortunately, my mum is much better!
An 8 pounds gain? The scale must definitely be broken! It happened to me too last year, and I almost had an heart attack! It computed 17pounds more than usual!
Have a great friday!
India
I just read about your dad and the "slender" clothes. i think it's great that he supports you like that, you're very lucky. My father isn't so supportive...when I say I've lost some weight his usual answer is: "well, it was just about time!"
Not very encouraging...Fortunately, my mum is much better!
An 8 pounds gain? The scale must definitely be broken! It happened to me too last year, and I almost had an heart attack! It computed 17pounds more than usual!
Have a great friday!
India
Kimmy, Luscious, you girls crack me up, seriously. You've just made my Friday, I kid you not.
India honey, I get so excited when I see you've come over for a visit. Judging from your avatar, I just think you're the cutest thing. I'm sorry to hear about your dad's degrading attitude toward your weight loss efforts. Even when I was bigger, my father NEVER called me fat. Perhaps he would warm me about that third sandwich and follow it up with "I'm just concerned for you", but never would he have intentionally lowered my self-esteem. Big hugs to you sweetie for having to deal with this.
What about your Mom, Indie? Or maybe siblings? Do you have any familial support?
India honey, I get so excited when I see you've come over for a visit. Judging from your avatar, I just think you're the cutest thing. I'm sorry to hear about your dad's degrading attitude toward your weight loss efforts. Even when I was bigger, my father NEVER called me fat. Perhaps he would warm me about that third sandwich and follow it up with "I'm just concerned for you", but never would he have intentionally lowered my self-esteem. Big hugs to you sweetie for having to deal with this.
What about your Mom, Indie? Or maybe siblings? Do you have any familial support?
Darth Pooh
New member
Wow, that's awful of your dad. I got the same treatment from my brother and sister but my dad was always supportive (and never said anything negative until recently about me losing "too much").
Because of my late, late night run last night, I was too warn out to update.
Yesterday, I've considered a cheat day. At ten o' clock I ate a whole dark chocolate orange candy bar. It was about 260 calories. Yes, excessive I know. In the living room, I'm sitting there, scarffing the puppy down and I break out into spontaneous laughter. I look over to my father who's on his laptop and I ask him, "Daddy, do me a favor?" and he answers "Yeah, sure. What?" and I say "If I ask for chocolate, DON'T buy it for me. Please. I need your help with this. I can't help myself when it comes to dark chocolate. I just ate this whole stupid bar sitting here." And he gives me this goofy grin and, understanding my genetic weakness of sweets he answers with, "Yeah. Sure. You bet." And you know what's great about this you guys? He'll follow through with it.
My dad and I are each other's shoulders when it comes to this lifestyle. Last evening, we went shopping and passed the frozen pies, and he said..."Oh, I shouldn't be in this aisle." and I press my hands into his back and push him saying "Don't look daddy, you can't have any." And he says..."I know. If I get a handle on one, I'll have to eat the whole thing." So you see? I help him resist blueberry pies, and he's going to help me resist chocolate candy. It's such a win-win situation.
Anyway, last night I didn't run as thoroughly as I'd have liked too. Why? Because I'd eaten SO MUCH chocolate beforehand. After 3.5 miles and 502 calories, I had to stop. I was just NOT feeling well. There is great news in here though. After I'd emptied my system of processed sugar, I weighed five pounds less then I did the day before. I'm telling you, my body does strange things to me. The scale read 160 last night. There's no way that I ran off five pounds yesterday either.
I'm agreeing adamently with Kimmy, Scalentino is getting jealous of Treadmillio and in return, is purposely frustrating me. If he doesn't stop with his mind games, I'm kicking his glassy butt to the curb. If for one second he thinks he's irreplaceable, he's sorely mistaken. I can have another him in a minute.
It is a little upsetting that I woke up this morning with slight knee discomfort, but I'm use to it by now. I ran for the past three nights in a row and usually I try and skip a day after two. I couldn't help myself though, I really wanted the post-workout contentment last night after that candy bar. This means I'll have to save my next run for Saturday night. Which is fine because in total, I would have run 5 days this week. I've also decided to calculate this:
Total miles ran so far this week: 19.8
Total calories burned through exercise: 2,572
So, by Saturday, I'm hoping to have ran at 24 miles and burned at 3,300 calores. If I can do this everyweek, I'll have awesome stammina come soccer season. I'm so showing off, you guys.
There are so many things I'm self-concious of, to the point actually, of having a fear of intimacy, but this-being able to run so well- I'm uberly proud of. If there's anything I'm augmenting in terms of pride, it's my workout ability. Honestly, when beads of sweat start accumulating on my arms, it motivates me to keep going. I can't explain it well, but it's true. I just love running. I'm addicted to it now.
Yesterday, I've considered a cheat day. At ten o' clock I ate a whole dark chocolate orange candy bar. It was about 260 calories. Yes, excessive I know. In the living room, I'm sitting there, scarffing the puppy down and I break out into spontaneous laughter. I look over to my father who's on his laptop and I ask him, "Daddy, do me a favor?" and he answers "Yeah, sure. What?" and I say "If I ask for chocolate, DON'T buy it for me. Please. I need your help with this. I can't help myself when it comes to dark chocolate. I just ate this whole stupid bar sitting here." And he gives me this goofy grin and, understanding my genetic weakness of sweets he answers with, "Yeah. Sure. You bet." And you know what's great about this you guys? He'll follow through with it.
My dad and I are each other's shoulders when it comes to this lifestyle. Last evening, we went shopping and passed the frozen pies, and he said..."Oh, I shouldn't be in this aisle." and I press my hands into his back and push him saying "Don't look daddy, you can't have any." And he says..."I know. If I get a handle on one, I'll have to eat the whole thing." So you see? I help him resist blueberry pies, and he's going to help me resist chocolate candy. It's such a win-win situation.
Anyway, last night I didn't run as thoroughly as I'd have liked too. Why? Because I'd eaten SO MUCH chocolate beforehand. After 3.5 miles and 502 calories, I had to stop. I was just NOT feeling well. There is great news in here though. After I'd emptied my system of processed sugar, I weighed five pounds less then I did the day before. I'm telling you, my body does strange things to me. The scale read 160 last night. There's no way that I ran off five pounds yesterday either.
I'm agreeing adamently with Kimmy, Scalentino is getting jealous of Treadmillio and in return, is purposely frustrating me. If he doesn't stop with his mind games, I'm kicking his glassy butt to the curb. If for one second he thinks he's irreplaceable, he's sorely mistaken. I can have another him in a minute.
It is a little upsetting that I woke up this morning with slight knee discomfort, but I'm use to it by now. I ran for the past three nights in a row and usually I try and skip a day after two. I couldn't help myself though, I really wanted the post-workout contentment last night after that candy bar. This means I'll have to save my next run for Saturday night. Which is fine because in total, I would have run 5 days this week. I've also decided to calculate this:
Total miles ran so far this week: 19.8
Total calories burned through exercise: 2,572
So, by Saturday, I'm hoping to have ran at 24 miles and burned at 3,300 calores. If I can do this everyweek, I'll have awesome stammina come soccer season. I'm so showing off, you guys.
There are so many things I'm self-concious of, to the point actually, of having a fear of intimacy, but this-being able to run so well- I'm uberly proud of. If there's anything I'm augmenting in terms of pride, it's my workout ability. Honestly, when beads of sweat start accumulating on my arms, it motivates me to keep going. I can't explain it well, but it's true. I just love running. I'm addicted to it now.
jw372
New member
It's fantastic that you and your father are so supportive of one another. I'm personally in a very odd head-space about my father and weight loss. I, uh...don't want him to know I'm doing it. Which I know is going to be a problem when I actually see him again at the end of the year, since I'm determined to be noticeably lighter by then. It's just that he hurt me so many times when I was young about this issue. Part of me knows that he was trying to help me and wanted me to be healthier, but his way of going about it was so hurtful that it's taken me fifteen damned years to get myself in gear and decide to be healthier for ME.
Sorry, long ramble. What do you do on days when you don't run? Do you walk or do other stuff, or just enjoy the day of rest that you've earned?
Sophie
Sorry, long ramble. What do you do on days when you don't run? Do you walk or do other stuff, or just enjoy the day of rest that you've earned?
Sophie