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Yesterday the treadmill was...dare I say it...knock on wood...I'm afraid to write it...easy?? Between the new stability sneakers that I bought, which I desperately needed if I'm going to do this "running thing" and the treadmill acting like a friend, I was FINALLY able to make it through week 3 (which I've repeated two weeks in a row) of my B210K runnning program. Carmelinda (avid runner) suggested writing down what I eat, but I noticed that yesterday I didn't eat any meat and I wasn't weighed down on the treadmill.
I haven't been on the scale in a month, as usual I'm sure that I've gained weight because I have been diligent with running, weights and yoga. Now, my eating hasn't been great so the scale and I continue to be enemies. Correction, it's more like the scale is a bully and I'm the one suffering its abuse. This entire week I have been bringing real food. I've cut out the weight watcher's meals, healthy choice, lean cuisine aka SALT-A-RAMA and I'm hoping that it will help. I pointed it out to my coworker today, 520 grams of sodium, that's more then you would put on your food in a day and I don't even add salt to anything. I wish I could say that I feel like a million dollars, but the truth is that after working all day I look at working out as my part-time job. Cooking, cleaning, by the time bedtime rolls around I'm pooped and getting up in the morning to get back on the hamster wheel is exhausting. So, I think I'm going to take on my dad's mentality which is; it isn't about the weight you lose, it is keeping healthy and how you feel. Besides, the scale is hidden underneath my bed, so what better time then the present to get on his badwagon and ride it until the wheels fall off.
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