unintended snow day.

After spending a half an hour cleaning off my car with my neighbor I got to the end of the block and couldn’t keep my windshield clear. So I called my boss and said “sorry.” Which he was cool with.

So…no run for me today. (Though whilst my neighbor and I were working on my car I saw a runner go by and thought ‘what a badass!’ I am definitely not that hardcore.)

That’s okay as there is much housework to be done. Guess I’ll just be doing a double dose of cardio tomorrow (2 miles AND Kick & strength class!)

Training Plan 3/7-3/13

Monday 3/7: 2 miles easy, 100/200 workouts, abs

Tuesday 3/8: Kick & Strength class

Wednesday 3/9: 5 miles (tempo), 100/200 workouts, abs

Thursday 3/10: Zumba!

Friday 3/11: 100/200 workouts, abs

Saturday 3/12: 7 miles (long run)

Sunday 3/13: REST

[100/200 workouts = daily workout for 100 pushups & 200 sit-ups challenges]

Having a rough time. This tends to happen to me when I’m losing weight–I hit a point where people start noticing and I start noticing and that’s when I start to get self-conscious and negative about myself.

I’m not typically negative about or toward myself. I stopped that years ago–it isn’t helpful, it isn’t productive, so I stopped. I had enough of that self-hatred when I was a teenager. I’m done with that. I don’t insult myself as a general rule, not even in my head–I’ll stop any negativity because it just doesn’t help anything. But for the past few days–even as I’m running for an hour and a half, even as I’m having to ask for a smaller size at the dress shop, even as coworkers are telling me I look thinner–I can’t seem to stop the voices in my head saying ‘yeah right.’ I don’t verbalize it because I don’t like playing into that game with people, I try very hard not to take the bait when others start those conversations. But in my own head I’m responding ‘not enough’ when someone comments on my weight loss. I feel much more self-conscious now than I did when I was bigger. And it frustrates me because I’m better than this.

It’s like I wrote the other day about realizing and accepting that I am a runner. I’m still hesitant to talk about it with people who I know run, or people I know are athletes. I’m still scared of getting that look. Maybe it’s because I don’t see how much I’ve lost (except in small ways) but rather how far I have to go. And I don’t want to be that girl who doesn’t talk about anything but her weight, diet & exercise. Which is why I started this Tumblr…so I’d have a place to talk about it without boring the rest of the people in my life to tears.

The only thing I can do is continue on. Channel this negativity into my workouts and push myself harder. Track my points. I know it will pass, it usually does, and hopefully writing this helps with that.

Thanks for listening.