I'm close to 40lbs. Not quite close enough. But, I'm close. I'm now down from my starting weight of 282 to 247. I am 2 dress sizes smaller. It feels great.
I'm still working on training for a 5K. I'm scheduled to start week 3 day 1 on Monday. I'm nervous. It's starting to get real, all this running. It's one thing to run for a minute or two but Monday starts 2.5 minute run/walk intervals. I adore the trainers at the circuit. Well, one in particular because he pushes me beyond what I think my limit is. He made me do more than I thought I could yesterday and he kept saying "you're stronger than you think you are. Don't let your head fool you. That 5K is a long distance if your head's not in the right place."
I went to the gym this morning and then took the girls to the farm to pick up our winter farm share. We got home and played outside with the dog for a while. It was a really nice day. I still have plans to head over to a friend's house for dinner.
I'm feeling like I don't have time for anything anymore. My friends assure me that once I get over these first couple of months of regular gym attendance I'll be able to split my time better. I sure hope so. I feel like I'm neglecting friends and I KNOW I'm neglecting housework.
I have more to say but the kids are fighting over the bathroom and I must run before one of them squishes the other ones fingers in the door.
