Goal Weight: 195 lbs.
Sunrise during this morning's run.
Yesterday was a day of rest — technically. I’m not sure you really ever rest when you have three kids. But I didn’t run. And for good reason. My legs were REALLY tired after the 11-mile run on Saturday. I joked that when I need to know my age, I don’t have to look at my birth certificate. I can just go run 11 miles. I felt very 44 yesterday.
I did do 50 pushups and sit-ups. I also did three sets of “planks” for thirty seconds each. And I did a minute of “wall sits.” Planks are a core workout. Wall sits work on the front of your legs. We also went down to the pool yesterday and it felt good to get in the water and thrash around a little bit.
Of course, I picked up some kind of bug and have a sore throat today. I have a speech Thursday, so I need to get well quickly.
Woke up at 4:30 this morning and ran 5.26 miles and burned 833 calories. My legs were sore the first mile, but loosened up and I had a pretty strong run for the rest of it. The setting moon was spectacular and I saw a really nice sunrise as I finished up my run. It was very humid and I think I sweated off five pounds today. Ugh.
My two-cents on Mayor Bloomberg’s ban on large sugary drinks in New York: I mourn the death of personal responsibility. Yes, I know I am sitting in the middle of the fattest state in the nation while saying that, but it’s sad when a law has to passed to try to keep you from drinking yourself into diabetes and obesity. (Of course, you can always buy two smaller drinks, but I digress).
And trust me, I’m not lecturing anyone about drinking too much soda. If Coca-Cola pulled a tanker truck up to me right now with a big straw, I’d drink Coke until I exploded. I am completely addicted to it. Last year, I drank so many Cokes (and was inactive) that I gained 43 lbs. I used them as a crutch. A source of cheap energy. Yes, Fit-to-Fat-to-Fit Blog readers, I am an addict. And I’ll tell the world that right here and now.
But today, Mayor Bloomberg’s decision doesn’t affect me. Not because I don’t live in New York City — even if I visited there, it still wouldn’t affect me. Why? I haven’t had a sugary drink in six months.
I knew they were contributing to my weight problem. So I quit. Maybe someday I’ll enjoy a delicious glass of Coke again. But probably not. I’ve moved on. I really didn’t need a politician telling me to improve my health. My fat butt not fitting into my clothes told me loud and clear.
I need to get over my addiction to them too! Every morning I tell mysel no as I unscrew the top off the bottle. I was only doing two a day until last year from going home, work, hospital, and back to home. Then I went to three and sometimes more on the weekend. I just need to set my goal and work my way down without having withdrawals.