Treadmill take 2 / my first challenge / then and now…

8 04 2010

The weather has been relentless in these parts. Downpours, 50 mph winds, and 40 degree temperatures do not make for good running conditions for a newbie like me.

This morning was no exception. I don’t want to put off running just because of the weather so today I took a deep breath and made a second date with the treadmill. As you recall from this post I don’t much like the treadmill or as what many of you have referred to as the dreadmill.

However, I do like to run so my adversity to the dreadmill was overpowered by my desire to run. On my way to the gym at 6am this morning I made some pretty important decisions about how this run was going to go:

  • I was going to keep the running portion above 4.0 mph. The last time I ran some of it around 3.7. Today that would not happen.
  • I would get past the 2.5 mile mark even if it was 2.52 I didn’t care.
  • I would not be grabbing any bars while running.
  • I would only look at my feet / face while running and if I did happen to look at the other parts of my body I would say something nice.

All in all, while it wasn’t the rainbows and butterflies I was hoping for, it went much better this time. The towel to hide the panel didn’t come off once so I never had to watch the time (except to slow the speed down for walking intervals and then back up to running speed). I managed to “zone off” quite a few times and forget that I was in the gym, in front of the mirror and in front of other people. I never once thought negatively about my body and in fact marveled in the fact that I looked like a real runner (as if I know what that means). I looked strong. I felt strong. I ran strong.

Not only did I run at 4.0 mph consistently, I upped it at each interval (8 minute run/1 minute walk). First interval = 4.0, second interval = 4.3, third interval 4.4, fourth interval = 4.6!!!. At this point I start to feel like I’m going to throw up but I hadn’t quite reached the 2.5 mile mark. I made some decisions before the run and I aimed to follow through.

I was tired.

My face was beet red.

I had pushed myself to the end.

The podrunner had instructed me to start my 5 minute cooldown.

I wanted to get passed the 2.5 mark.

I ran the cooldown.

I got to 2.81.

(the time 19.20 what was left out of 59.29)

Not only did I pass 2.5 but I ran for 40 minutes (with four 1 minute walking intervals. That’s pretty bad ass in my book!!! I took some more pictures for your viewing pleasure:

Post run hairdo

Post run ballcap.

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I’ve signed up for my first physical challenge.¬† I’m currently doing a challenge put on by SeattleRunnerGirl but this 21 day challenge is about implementing a healthy habit whether it be physical or mental. My 21 day challenge is to pack my gym bag and food the night before. So far so good.

My first physical challenged is put on by Tony over at The Anti-Jared. He’s in cohorts with Jen over at Prior Fat Girl to get 500 people signed up to exercise for 60 minutes on April 20th. If they do, they will each donate $250 to the YMCA Activate America program. I had already signed up to do the challenge and then Tony added that he has 2 polar FT7 heart monitors he’s going to be giving away so now it’s even more appealing ūüôā

I committed to 60 minutes on the elliptical. There’s still time to sign up (hint hint). Yes, the more that sign up the lower my chances of winning one of the heart monitors but I’d rather work out with you for an hour than win that monitor.

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I took a picture back in December of 2009. I tried to recreate that picture today so I could get a side by side shot of what my face looks like three months later.

I even tried to recreate the emptiness the December picture shows. My December face looks so puffy and uncomfortable. Everything about my December picture just looks wrong. I look at it and it doesn’t even seem like it’s a picture of me.¬† I see some pretty big changes here. I then took another picture. One that wasn’t such a Debbie Downer…

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That’s more like it!





The official graduation / Superman / and blah blah blah.

1 04 2010

It’s official.

I can now buy this beautiful shirt. I’ve worked nine long weeks to be able to say I can wear this shirt and know it to be true. I woke up early this morning with that “runner’s anticipation” in my stomach. That nervousness in the pit of your stomach that starts to wonder how far, how long and how in the world?

For a fleeting moment I prayed for another downpour. It was only fleeting. I wanted to do this run. I wanted to get outside before sun rise, pop in my earphones and let Robert Ullrey lull me into what would be my final run of the c25k program.

It was a little surreal, this run. Normally during my last run of the week, my mind wanders to what in store for me. For nine weeks I was focused on what coolrunnings thought I could do and would do. I constantly thought about whether or not I should repeat a week or just go and trust they knew what they were talking about.

I went with the trust factor.

They were right. Maybe not so much on the length portion. Today’s 30 minute run put me at about 2.25 miles, .85 miles short of 3.1. But they were right about the duration goal. If you had come to me nine weeks ago and said “Tara, you’re going to do this running program and in nine weeks you’re going to get up and run 2.25 miles without stopping“, I would have gaffawed at you. If I was drinking milk at the same time I would have accidentally spit it in your face at your unbelievable statement.

Not so unbelievable anymore.

This run, there was no thinking about what am I doing next week with coolrunnings. It was a little nerve wracking. Now what? You mean I have to do this on my own? Whose going to tell me when to run. Whose going to tell me when to stop?

Then I realized it was going to be me. I have the freedom now to figure out what exactly this running thing means to me. No more worrying about whether or not I’m going to be able to do a certain duration. No more freaking out about what’s coming up the next week, or the week after that.

Now I can just run.

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Superman

Yesterday was my first meeting with Kent the trainer. It was mostly just talking, getting to know one another. Actually it was more him crunching numbers to get my BMI, RHR and any other TLA he could find.

Oh you don’t know what TLA means?

Three Letter Acronym

A little digression – There are companies out that have committees that sit around thinking of TLA, thinking it makes life easier than saying the words each time. Seriously!

Wonder what my Superman looks like?

Here’s his philosophy (thank goodness for copy and paste): “I have the training and experience to lead anyone to their fitness goals, whether you are training to improve your quality of life or to increase performance in a specific sport. Everyone should have a fitness assessment prior to an exercise program. The assessment will determine the optimal starting point for your program and is a great tool to measure the gains you have made during you program. When you are able to quantify the improvements you have made this will motivate you to continue to set and reach loftier goals. Your training should continually progress eventually landing you in the free weight area. Nothing burns calories like resistance training both during the work out and during the recovery days that follow. Additionally, it’s my goal to educate you on fitness, I will explain what and why we are doing certain exercises, the effects and why it is beneficial for the body. Your body will thank you each and every day by feeling better with a tremendous amount of energy.

And his experience:

  • 7 Years Personal Trainer
  • Cancer Survivor exercise development
  • 20 years military training
  • Wrote and monitored physical fitness programs for military units specifically to enhance combat effectiveness

Now go back and read that last bullet…

COMBAT EFFECTIVENESS.

I’m hoping he’ll teach me some cool MacGyver move where I paralyze someone with a shoelace and a small towel.

He explained to me about not needing to do Cardio everyday. My running was probably going to be sufficient (less elliptical – even though I love it. I think I love it because of the t.v. that is attached to the machine – cause seriously who doesn’t love watching Law & Order while ellipticalling) (did I just make that word up – ellipticalling?) (am I using too many parenthesis?)

He explained to me about weight training to burn more calories. “Damaging” the muscles so that you burn more calories while healing. Ooooooooh. I have no idea what any of this means, but it makes sense.

He was impressed with my 3 month progress and pleased to hear my commitment. I was honest with him about my goals (70 pounds left to lose, working toward 5k, 10k, half marathon, marathon, triathlon, ironman, taking over the world). He understood my absolute ineptitude for what I’m about to embark on and while he wanted to get right down to business I told him I was a slow and steady kind of gal.

He showed me two weight bearing machines. Not the kind with counter weights but the kind you actually put free weights onto. Nothing major, just sit and have a look see. Push here, pull here…

Even without the weights it was harder than I thought.

I may be able to run for 30 minutes, swim 50 laps and go 45 minutes on the elliptical but I couldn’t go 2 minutes on those weight machines. This is going to be cool as all get out!

Our hour came and went. I made my first “real” appointment for next Tuesday at 6:30am. As we parted way, he patted me on the back and said “prepare to be sore”.

If only he knew how long I’ve been waiting to here that…

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A few things to point out here before I close for the night and catch up on all the wonderful bloggers and CKers that keep me determined to fight this fight.

  • I’m about to begin another category: 229-220. I don’t know when I’m going to hit the 220’s but this morning when I got on the scale it said 229. Since I don’t do official weigh in until Saturday I am only taking this number at face value. But it sure is a pretty number.
  • I’m going to start recording my total mileage run starting today. I’m also going to count swim laps cause swimming is pretty hardcore. RAWR.
  • I’ve got some new guns starting to show themselves. Not guns, like colt 45 or 30 aught 6 (how’s that for gun speak? I blame Blake Shelton’s “Hillbilly Bone”), I’m talking about biceps…Woot Woot Baby!

That’s all there is for today folks. I’ll be taking a pass on breaking a sweat tomorrow. I’ve worked a seriously long day today and there is too much construction on the interstate to get me home at a decent hour (I started work this morning at 8. Will finish at 11p. Word on the street my normal 30 minute commute is taking about 90 minutes with road closures). Saturday is my first official “non c25k” run day. Sunday I’m ellipticalling/swimming laps and sending out positive vibes to my movemates!

Did I just make up another word: Movemates???

Will you be my movemate?





Weigh in #12…

20 03 2010

It’s been a great week. Not just physically but emotionally. I signed up for my first 5k, I’m coming to an end in c25k (2 weeks left), I had a eye opening therapy session, I found some new muscles, two of my friends are moving more, my husband is losing weight. I’ve been conscious about the food going into my mouth and the exercise coming off of my body…

12 weeks ago I started posting my weigh ins. It was a hard decision to make them public but I just can’t hide this weight and what it’s doing to me physically and mentally any longer. I make these numbers public here, at CalorieKing and on Facebook. So far it’s done exactly what I hoped it would do…

Create a loss.

-3.2 this week.

Here are the numbers:

  • Week 0 = 263.5 (-0.0)
  • Week 1 = 257.4 (-6.1)
  • Week 2 = 255.0 (-2.4)
  • Week 3 = 254.6 (-.4)
  • Week 4 = 253.8 (-.8) *I started c25k
  • Week 5 = 248.2 (-5.6)
  • Week 6 = 247.2 (-1.0)
  • Week 7 = 246.2 (-1.0)
  • Week 8 = 244.4 (-1.8)
  • Week 9 = 241.0 (-3.4)
  • Week 10 = 240.6¬† (-.4)
  • Week 11 = 238.0 (-2.6)
  • Week 12 = 234.8 (-3.2)
  • With the exception of week 10 (-.4 and making the realization of exactly what sodium retention looks like) I’m seeing some great numbers this month. If I had to pin point the reasons I would say the c25k program is probably the biggest factor. I’m in the part of the program where it’s just about running and pushing your body past that limit of “I just can’t possibly do this”. I’m no longer thinking about the minutes but rather what can I do to improve on those minutes.

    I’m still obese (my bmi is 36 and I still have 75 pounds to lose) but what I do know is that I don’t weigh 263 today.¬†With hard work, determination, eating less and moving more I won’t weigh 234 next week either!





    20 minute milestone and oh hey it’s my anniversary

    4 03 2010

    Oh how I know you want to see this picture!

    Take your time and read that piece of paper real slow.

    Doesn’t that feel good?

    This morning was such a jumble of emotions I’m not even sure how to put them down on this blog. I was nervous leaving the house. My husband gave me a hug and I almost broke down crying. I decided that the water would be where I wanted to make this accomplishment.¬† In the car, I cry. This is a moment that I’ve been working towards for the last 5 weeks and here it was. In the beginning I couldn’t even imagine what 20 minutes would be like but by the end of the run I would finally know…can I or can’t I?

    I hear a lot of people saying how they modified their own c25k program. I came to the decision to follow through with how it’s set up. No repeats or modified times. I have to trust that coolrunning.com knows what they’re talking about when they made this program. They wouldn’t suggest running for 20 minutes if after all this work prior to today they didn’t think it could be done.

    There would be no modification. Just a resolution to run with no interruption for 20 minutes. I stretched for an extra long time. Closed my eyes and saw what I wanted to see, took a deep breath and let Robert Ullrey coax me into starting.

    Immediately my brain went into panic mode (“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?” “YOU REALIZE THIS IS FOR 20 MINUTES RIGHT?!!?”). However I knew from previous experience that I could do 5 minutes easily and 8 minutes without any complications. So I talk myself out of that panic mode by remember that I don’t need to worry about anything until at least the 8 minute mark.

    Robert tells me 5 mins is over. I do a quick check in: legs feel fine, calves feel a little burn, breathing normally.

    Then he told me 8 minutes was over. I’m in a good place. Breathing is heavy but not out of control. I test this by saying “Tara, you deserve this”. Yep, sentence coming out easy. Now I’m in uncharted territory. No matter what happens from here I’m running farther today than I did Tuesday.

    10 minutes! Time to turn around and head back from where I started. I’m in some strange zone now. This is the zone I’ve been waiting for. Not really attainable previously because by the time I reach it it’s time to stop and walk. The only way I can describe it is like when you’re driving and at some point you realize you weren’t really thinking about driving or what had happened during the previous minute or two. You can’t recall what you saw, what you were thinking and then all of sudden you know you’re driving again.

    That’s the zone I was waiting for. I’m not thinking about my feet anymore. I’m just running. I’m not thinking about time any more. I’m just running. I’m not thinking about anything. I’m.Just.Running.

    I have waited all my life for this. No joke. I’ve always wanted to be a runner. Ever since I can remember. I want to wear a number on my shirt and run with a bunch of other runners. Some faster. Some slower. I want to cross a finish line.

    At some point Robert informs me that if I was running day two of this week I only had about 4 minutes left….quick calculation: I only had 2 minutes left of this 20 minute journey. I’m back in my head again. Time to focus. 18 minutes down. Slow and steady.

    Like a kitten snuggling up and purring in my ear, Robert announces that if I was running day three  my time was up.

    Just like that, I’ve crossed over a threshold of this program. I’ve crested the top of the hill and I’m looking at the downward slope of getting to the goal of running my first 5k. For the next 3 weeks I’ll slowly be building up to a total of 30 minutes running non stop. Going from 8 minutes to 20 is the biggest jump. I’ve already done it. Going from 20 to 25, then 25 to 28 and finally 28 to 30 is nothing compared to what I just did today.

    Tell me about your top of the hill and what do you see at the bottom?

    Oh and hey, it’s my anniversary. On this day 6 years ago, I was screaming down I-5 to get to Portland Oregon to get married legally in the time limit allowed. For those that know me well you’ll know what I’m talking about. For those that don’t: I’m super queer**! That means I can’t get married legally to my partner. The person that I love more than anything else in this world. The person I would easily lay down my life. Except 6 years ago for a brief 72 hours Portland Oregon was issuing marriage licenses (right around the same as it’s big brother to the south California).

    I got married on this day 6 years ago.

    3 Weeks later the state of Oregon sent us a letter and a refund check telling up to rip up the license. It was no longer valid. Well F*ck you very much but if you don’t mind I’ll keep the license.

    Oh and too all those straight couples that got married on the same day and divorced soon after…pffffffffffffffft.

    **If you know me then you know my husband. Nuff said. If you don’t know me then it’s a little complicated. My husband was not always my husband. He was my girlfriend but never my boyfriend. He was my husband but never my wife. Still confused? Go here





    My own domain, 8 minutes! and motivation update…

    2 03 2010

    My own domain:

    It’s official. I decided to go ahead and purchase the domain name “263andcounting”. At only $14 you can’t beat it and it looks all official and stuff. I thought about coming up with some catchy kind of name like others I’ve seen around but I’d rather just keep it honest. I started at 263 and I don’t ever want to be there again. EVER! I have to admit that some of your blog names out there are just about the bees knees. However my bees knees are hella pudgy so for now I remain 263andcounting.com

    8 minutes:

    (insert kick ass drumroll)…

    Now before you go and assume I’m throwing up some crazy ass gang sign (cause I know I look that dangerous and I am wearing red and my home town is pretty much riddled with gangsters) remember I’m a sign language interpreter and holding my phone and using both hands to signify the number 8 isn’t conducive for taking a picture.

    My interpreter/deaf friends know what that says but for my ASL impaired readers let me just reiterate: I JUST RAN FOR 8 MINUTES!!

    Let that sink in.

    And it wasn’t as hard as I had imagined.

    Seriously.

    No seriously.

    Same story as before. I woke up nervous. Sunday’s run was three 5 minute intervals and surprisingly (but maybe not really tooooo surprisingly as I’m noticing a pattern) it was easier to do these 5 minute intervals than previously attempted. There would be no 5 minute run today to lead into the 8 minute interval. It was the warm-up and then off I go for the 8 minutes.

    I’m no longer concerned about speed when I run. I took my HRM (heart rate monitor) with me on Sunday and determined that I’m hitting my target rate (144-150) even at my slower pace. I’ll take it!

    Slow and steady. The first 5 minutes go by and I hear Robert Ullrey (the podcast man) inform me that if this was my first day to go ahead and walk for 3 minutes. As this was my second day I know that I needed to keep going. The next time I was going to hear that man’s voice he was going to be whispering in my ear that my 8 minutes was over and to walk for 5 minutes.

    If there was ever a time I appreciated a man’s voice in my ear it was 3 minutes later…

    I was done with my first interval. 3 weeks ago I said it was the first time I’d ever run for 90 seconds. 2 weeks ago I said 3 minutes was the longest I’d ever run. Last week, it was 5 minutes. Today for the first time in my life I ran for 8 minutes.

    (insert crying…blah blah blah, walk for 5 minutes)

    The second interval was harder than the first but I did it once I would do it again. I’m pretty sure that if an elderly lady was walking next to me she’d pass me like a corvette next to a Studebaker but sooner than later than expected it was 8 minutes and I was done for the day.

    Week 5 day 2 = FINISHED!

    Thursday will be a full 20 minutes of running without any walking breaks. I’m actually looking forward to it. I’m finding that just as I’m getting into a comfortable form for running it’s time to stop and getting back to that form is harder the second or third time around.

    This is starting to get exciting folks! I’m closer to the end than I was the beginning. Everyday I am pleasantly surprised and proud of what my body is accomplishing.¬† I’ve been stretching more and can tell the difference in how my shins are feeling. No pain this time around!

    Motivation;

    I’ve gotten some really great responses to my last post. The consensus is that motivation is overrated. Motivation (or lack there of) can keep you from doing what needs to be done. I don’t get motivated to go to work. I just go. I don’t get motivated to pay the bills. I just pay them. I don’t get motivated to take care of the ones I love. I just do it (hello nike ad). Where motivation can fail, determination (thanks Seattle Runner Girl) lingers as long as I want it bad enough.

    I do.

    Do you?





    Weigh in Week #9

    27 02 2010

    First let me start this post by admitting my tyrant about my eating episode was a little on the childish side. Yes I know eating 500 calories over your daily intake won’t go straight to my thighs and yes I know that weight fluxuates from day to day. However, I was having an emotional outburst and have since come to my senses. Somedays are so much more difficult to get through than others. Thursday just happened to be that “kind of day”. I didn’t starve myself the next day or give up and eat other high caloric foods. I didn’t skip¬†getting exercise or over exercise.¬†I vented…

    And moved on.

    Which brings me today. This is week #9 and I am extremely satisfied with the results.¬† First the picture (since that’s the proof!):

     

     

     

    Here are my stats since December 29th, 2009:

    So here’s what the weekly breakdown has looked like

    • Week 1 = 257.4 (-6.1)
    • Week 2 = 255.0 (-2.4)
    • Week 3 = 254.6 (-.4)
    • Week 4 = 253.8 (-.8) *I started c25k
    • Week 5 = 248.2 (-5.6)
    • Week 6 = 247.2 (-1.0)
    • Week 7 = 246.2 (-1.0)
    • Week 8 = 244.4 (-1.8)
    • Week 9 = 241.0 (-3.4)

    That’s brings my total loss up to -22.5 lbs.

    This brings me closer to my intermediate goal of 240. As a reward for reaching 240 I will be buying a new pair of pants and donating my size 24 to our local Goodwill. As a reward for this weeks loss I bought 5 bunches of daffodils that will bloom all week and remind me of the good I am doing for my body.

    What’s your reward?





    Weigh in #8, where I didn’t eat yesterday and 5 minutes of pure (insert word here)!

    21 02 2010

    Weigh in #8

    December 29th, 2009 = 263.5lbs

    February 20th, 2010 = 244.4lbs

    I lost 1.8lbs in the last week and a total of 19.1lbs.

    Here is an interesting tidbit (and probably TMI), but this is the first time I didn’t gain any weight during my “girl time”. I am actually continuing to lose (as I saw the scale say 243 yesterday).

    So here’s what the weekly breakdown has looked like

    • Week 1 = 257.4 (-6.1)
    • Week 2 = 255.0 (-2.4)
    • Week 3 = 254.6 (-.4)
    • Week 4 = 253.8 (-.8) *I started c25k
    • Week 5 = 248.2 (-5.6)
    • Week 6 = 247.2 (-1.0)
    • Week 7 = 246.2 (-1.0)
    • Week 8 = 244.4 (-1.8)

    The numbers are slow moving but dammit if they aren’t still moving!

    Where I didn’t eat yesterday

    Yesterday I had to take my car in to have a tire looked at. They told me it was going to take 90 minutes. I needed to get to the UPS store and do my food shopping for my new experiment (Moroccan chickpea chili – which is the next post). It was getting late and instead of waiting around for my car to be finished and then go to the store I decided to walk the 1.5 miles, do my food shopping and then walk back to pick up car.

    It was an impromptu workout that I enjoyed to it’s fullest. The walk was nice, the sun was out and it was a nice way to pass 90 minutes. I also took note of all the food places between my starting point and my ending point. Here they are for your pleasure (or nightmare):

    Playplace? More like “get fat and sit around” place. It was so busy there. So many other places to be and for most people this was going to be the high light of their day.

    If there is a Shari’s around you know there is a Denny’s close by. After you eat your eggs, potatoes, ham and pancakes you can pick up a whole pie to enjoy!

    Or you can go here and get a “Gotta Have It” size ice cream that is sure to cause you to go comatose.

    So wrong on so many levels.

    Hamburgers or Chicken? Hell why not both!

    If having these 5 options wasn’t enough in less than a mile there was a Dairy Queen on the other side of the street, but I hit the UPS store at this point so had to deter from my mobile phone photography session and get back to what I was doing.

    What was I doing? Oh right, I was going to the store to get the makins for my first “Clean Eating” recipe attempt. I made Moroccan chickpea chili. Instead of eating at the places above I ate this:

    I’ll take two cups of this delicious masterpiece (397 calories, Fat 9g, Carbs 51g, Fiber 11g, Sugars 12g, Protein 29g, Sodium 267 mg, Cholesterol 43mg) over a Big Mac (540 calories, Fat 29g, Carbs 45g, Fiber 3g, Sugar 9g, Protein 25g, Sodium 1040mg, Cholesterol 75mg)

    5 minutes of pure (insert word here)

    Let’s start off with a picture:

    That’s not a high five I’m giving you (though if I could I would). That’s me saying “I JUST RAN FOR 5 MINUTES”

    Today was week #4 of c25k.

    It went something like this…

    * 5 minute warm up – Got that down like a pro.

    *3 minute run –¬† I had done this 6 times last week so I was confident this was going to go fine. This came and went faster than I had anticipated the first time around.

    *90 second walk – again pro like!

    *5 minute run – So here we go…I kept it real slow. 3 minutes I knew I could do. 5 minutes I just don’t know. I did the same thing as I did during my first 3 minute attempt and picked a spot way in the distant and focused. I kept the music down low so that I could hear the water, the seagulls and the trains and still hear when Robert (podcast man) so mercifully tells me it’s over.¬† I try and keep my mind clear of any thoughts about what is happening to my body (cause it has a way of trying to cheat me out of doing something) and keep my breathing slow and monitored. 5 minutes later, Robert’s voice tells me it’s time to walk and for the first time in my life I have just run for 5 minutes. I cry (as I seen to be doing this a lot during this program) but don’t feel bad about it. The first time I cried (during week 1) it was because I hated being fat. This morning I cried because I didn’t give up.

    *2.5 minutes walk – someone should give me a medal for my pro like walking!

    *3 minute run – Now this is starting to feel easy. I just ran 5 minutes!!

    *90 second walk – no need to explain.

    *5 minute run – Slow and steady. Breathing in, breathing out. Tired = yes. Giving up = no. I’m not running very fast but I’m still running. The sun is rising. The mountains look beautiful. This 5 minutes is about making good choices. It’s about leaving behind the old Tara and finding the girl I’m supposed to be. It’s about moving more and eating less. The last minute is tough. I feel myself slowing way down. I give myself a little pep talk (“Run like you know what your doing or at least fake it for the last minute”) and keep going.

    It’s over.

    To celebrate, I walked my dogs for an hour!

    As a reward for my hard work, the scale decided to say 242 for the first time in FOREVER! But I’m not counting that number just yet…

    Fri 1st Jan, 10 263.2 lbs 38.9 YES MEDIUM
    Tue 5th Jan, 10 257.4 lbs 38 YES HIGH
    Tue 12th Jan, 10 255 lbs 37.7 YES MEDIUM
    Sun 17th Jan, 10 254.6 lbs 37.6 YES MEDIUM
    Mon 25th Jan, 10 253.8 lbs 37.5 YES MEDIUM
    Mon 1st Feb, 10 248.2 lbs 36.6 YES MEDIUM
    Sat 6th Feb, 10 247.2 lbs 36.5 YES MEDIUM
    Sat 13th Feb, 10 246.2 lbs 36.4 YES MEDIUM
    Sat 20th Feb, 10 244.4 lbs 36.1 YES MEDIUM