As for weight loss part of this blog, I don’ think there’s been any this week and I’ve not been counting my calories, nor have I made it to the gym. I was going to write a post about how I think my knee is better because I don’t remember the last time it made a sound or felt funny walking up the stairs and then it did all of that and I decided that talking about it jinx me and I don’t want any more jinxes because it’s race season and I want to be in at least three of them. My friend Ellen has been on track with her running and I sort of want to join her, but I’m afraid I’ll slow her down, but I need to get out there. I’m signed up for the Race for the Cure in May, but my team will be just me. One friend will be out of the country and the other is flakey and I’m just not going to count her. I have some other friends doing it so I might join them or just go at it alone, which might not be a terrible thing. So Monday is around the corner and a great day to start my detox from the Fat Smash diet of VH1 Celerity Fit Club fame.
I use to crave the good stuff. I went home for lunch once because I wanted sautéed spinach. I use to count out my calories like Scrooge McDuck counted his money (yup, that’s a Ducktales reference). I would plan my life around the gym and I’ve declined many an invitations to hang out for some gym time. My laundry was also full of gym clothes; I knew the staff at the gym. I miss that me. That me was doing better and happier about life and on her way out of the plus size section and saying good bye to the tire hanging over her jeans. That me was on her way to being the me I want to be.
My next post will include my detox plan and food plan. I will also attempt a workout plan.