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I’m 31, the new 30 and I’m closer to my goal than when I started this blog. Now I’m trying to stay on the path that will get me healthy and on the other side of the clothing store. I’ve had my revenge moments and they felt great. Now I’m ready for more of those great moments, maybe this year I’ll propel down something, who knows. But I’m held back by 40 less things.

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

T minus 30, Longest Wednesday Yet

Thanks Doc, I’m confidant everything will go fine. I just get emotional and down when I’m sick because it’s when I miss my mom the most and feel like I would feel better if she was here, but she’s not and then I feel worse. That’s the real reason why I hate being sick, who’s going to make my tea? It’s just not the same and I tend to be a little all or nothing on that and tend to shut down and just want to alone.

So on to today, the first day in my birthday month (12/6) and the first day in a new month. And I started off well with cheerios and then I had a cookie in my mouth and this is after not working out last night. I’m not pleased with myself at all. I had 3 chocolate chip cookies and then a little honey mustard dressing with my salad. I dip my fork in the dressing instead of pouring it on the salad. I returned it when it came with those fresh buttery croutons and cheese. I felt like the devil was behind them adding that to my salad even though I ordered it without it. It would have been much easier to just eat it instead of going all the way back and exchanging it, should have checked before I left.

I got excited about my knee earlier because the toilets in the bathrooms at work require 2 flushes for everything and I usually do squats or something while I wait. I tested out a squat and I heard nothing and felt nothing. I was super jazzed thinking that I would buy new running shoes this weekend and go for a run. Then I stepped up on a curb and heard it. *sigh* Is this punishment for not running when I could? It’s just easier to eat right when I work out and I think my other knee is getting pissed at having to do more of the work. I have another doctor’s appointment tomorrow, a physical and I’m putting that on the top of my list of complaints. Yes, complaints against my body.

I’ll have to tally up my calorie damage later and come up with this month’s goals after my niece’s Brownie troop bazaar.