Happy Wednsday, you guys!
I'm in a rather good mood today. I'm trying to attribute it to the sunshine that's peering through my window, but I'm pretty sure it has more to do with the fact that I was able to run again last night.
I actually ran harder than I ever have in the past. Usually I run between 5.4 and 5.8 in intervals, but last night I wanted to increase my usual pace, so I ran between 5.8 and 6.0 for an hour. I went six miles and burned 730 calories. I was really, really excited when I was done. The only problem with my workouts becoming more aggressive, is that after the third mile, I had to step off the treadmill and retreive my box fan. If I didn't have a way too cool down, I honestly don't think I'd have been able to go for as long. I'm telling you, I was sweating buckets. Not to mention Treadmillio takes up residence in the warmest room in the house. The only corner he fits into properly is the one with the heating duct. Go figure. But anyway, I ran last night, and I feel amazing and I'll run again tonight and feel even more amazing. This brings my total miles for this week up to...6.40. In order to reach my mini goal, I need to run at least 9 more. I'm pretty darn sure I can achieve that.
On a more sullen note, there are things that are hard for me to write about in here, but I figure if I don't get them out, then they'll depress me. Recently, I've been trying, really, really hard not to feel self-concious. I realize, I need to be at a place where I'm at peace with myself and I'm not there yet. You see, losing 130 pounds doesn't come without physical repercussions and because of those, I have a very low self-esteem. For instance, I'm pretty darn sure I lost a cup size and I'm trying really, really hard for it to NOT bother me, but it's difficult. But the fact of the matter is, in the long run, I'd rather be flat-chested and healthy then vuloptous and obese. You know? I'm addicted to being athletic, and because of it, some of my curve is lost. The greatest part about it though are my sculpted legs. I have no cellulite whatsoever. From my toes to my hip bone, my legs are just...sculpted and I try and augment them. It really takes the focus away from the things about myself I'm not happy about. I mean, I feel sexy in a pair of boxers, and I'm not talking like sorta kinda, I'm talking REALLY sexy in a pair of boxers with lips that glow-in-the-dark. (Why? Cause they're the most comfy pair I own) I do think eventually I'll get over this though. I've never really dealt with my self-esteem issues and I really do think it's about darn time I approached them. I need to admit the things I don't want to admit and accept that this is how God has made me, and I have to have peace with myself in order to be happy. I'm ready for that step too, let me tell you. I need to be happier in my own skin. It's about time that happens.
Anways, I hope all of you are having a good day! Much love to you all!
I'm in a rather good mood today. I'm trying to attribute it to the sunshine that's peering through my window, but I'm pretty sure it has more to do with the fact that I was able to run again last night.
I actually ran harder than I ever have in the past. Usually I run between 5.4 and 5.8 in intervals, but last night I wanted to increase my usual pace, so I ran between 5.8 and 6.0 for an hour. I went six miles and burned 730 calories. I was really, really excited when I was done. The only problem with my workouts becoming more aggressive, is that after the third mile, I had to step off the treadmill and retreive my box fan. If I didn't have a way too cool down, I honestly don't think I'd have been able to go for as long. I'm telling you, I was sweating buckets. Not to mention Treadmillio takes up residence in the warmest room in the house. The only corner he fits into properly is the one with the heating duct. Go figure. But anyway, I ran last night, and I feel amazing and I'll run again tonight and feel even more amazing. This brings my total miles for this week up to...6.40. In order to reach my mini goal, I need to run at least 9 more. I'm pretty darn sure I can achieve that.
On a more sullen note, there are things that are hard for me to write about in here, but I figure if I don't get them out, then they'll depress me. Recently, I've been trying, really, really hard not to feel self-concious. I realize, I need to be at a place where I'm at peace with myself and I'm not there yet. You see, losing 130 pounds doesn't come without physical repercussions and because of those, I have a very low self-esteem. For instance, I'm pretty darn sure I lost a cup size and I'm trying really, really hard for it to NOT bother me, but it's difficult. But the fact of the matter is, in the long run, I'd rather be flat-chested and healthy then vuloptous and obese. You know? I'm addicted to being athletic, and because of it, some of my curve is lost. The greatest part about it though are my sculpted legs. I have no cellulite whatsoever. From my toes to my hip bone, my legs are just...sculpted and I try and augment them. It really takes the focus away from the things about myself I'm not happy about. I mean, I feel sexy in a pair of boxers, and I'm not talking like sorta kinda, I'm talking REALLY sexy in a pair of boxers with lips that glow-in-the-dark. (Why? Cause they're the most comfy pair I own) I do think eventually I'll get over this though. I've never really dealt with my self-esteem issues and I really do think it's about darn time I approached them. I need to admit the things I don't want to admit and accept that this is how God has made me, and I have to have peace with myself in order to be happy. I'm ready for that step too, let me tell you. I need to be happier in my own skin. It's about time that happens.
Anways, I hope all of you are having a good day! Much love to you all!

And, who cares about your knockers when your legs are long and ripped. 

ya know? My mother and I are "making good choices" together, so I've already informed her that this afternoon we are sweating out patooties off! Hehe, I'm so happy to be motivated to exercise again! Thanks