Not one

The plan was for 8 miles today. And I was ready to do that when I hit the treadmill this morning. But my body was not. I suppose it could have been the alcoholic beverage I enjoyed last night. Maybe? You think?

So, I did 6 miles. Which is just as great. And I have decided my long runs will be on Saturday instead. Which is fine, too.

And I am going to change my training plan. Next week will be 7 miles. It's all good. I can do this. I'm ready for it.

I also survived the Birthday party today without eating cake. Without eating junk actually. There was not ONE HEALTHY OPTION at this party. Until they brought out the fruit. It was tough. But I filled up on fruit until I thought I might burst.

Now I'm off to watch some Mad Men. I'm finally getting to watch this show. I've always wanted to.

I'm happy with myself

I gained. I knew I was going to gain. I gained 2.8 pounds. Blah, blah, blah. Now I am back to thinking I should just stay at 160 because my body truly probably enjoys that weight. I struggle so badly to get under 160 and stay there. But once I see 159 and under I feel so good. I call it my "happy place". Those last 10 "vanity pounds" are such a bitch.

I have been struggling the past few weeks. It's true. I think a lot of people have been.

I could totally get a note from my doctor saying "Sarah's goal weight should be 160 pounds" and I could be at my goal weight with Weight Watchers and be done with it. I could stay there for 6 weeks and BOOM! Lifetime membership and no more paying. But, do I want to do that? Maybe. I might make an appointment with my doctor and talk to her about it. And maybe I could continue to try to get to 150 pounds and see what happens. I struggled all summer long.

I no longer want to fit into a size 8, which is why I changed the name of my blog. I am happy fitting into size 10 clothes.

I'm happy with myself.

Holy shit. Did I just say that? I totally did. I'm happy with my flabby thighs and my extra skin on my stomach and my muffin top. And my jiggly arms. All of this are BECAUSE I lost 120+ pounds. All of this can go away with some toning up and with some surgery (when I have a tummy tuck in the near future). I would much RATHER be right where I am RIGHT NOW. RIGHT HERE at 162 pounds. Instead of where I was.

I have rough days of feeling sorry for myself. Of hating myself. But it could be a lot worse. I worked damn hard for this.

I just want EVERYONE to know that Weight Watchers is the most amazing weight loss plan out there. It truly is. I love it and stand behind it 100%. I helped me get back to being the person I wanted to be and I'm so, so, SO happy. Not that other weight loss plans don't work. But for me, Weight Watchers is THE plan. I can eat what I want and lose weight. What is wrong with that?

I also ran 5 miles today. And I'm running 8 tomorrow. And after that, we're going to a 1 year old's Birthday party. Which I am so excited about (really, no, I'm not. But there might be cake and I am having cake after running 8 miles. Damn straight).

Fair food

Thanks so much for your support on my decision to run a marathon on my treadmill. YES! My treadmill. Haha. I'm so excited about it. I'm just looking forward to saying that I ran 26.2 miles. And "training" for something. I'm just a treadmill runner.

I have some amazing news. My husband, who just started at his new job back in March, was promoted yesterday. To the I.T. department. Which is HUGE for him. It's what he went to school for and what he loves. He gets a company phone, a laptop, and his own office. Stuff I DON'T get and I've been at my job for almost 11 years. I've been asking for a laptop for a couple years now. Anyway, it's also more money. Which is great. He already started in the new position today. I'm so proud of him. He's a really smart guy and totally deserves this.

I sort of forgot to mention I ate my weight in fair food on Sunday. Ice cream. French fries. Fried pickles. Hmmm. Whatever. PMS and TOM were kind of in control. Which means I'll be gaining this week. But, I am okay with that. I had fun and that is all that matters. I saw a cow being born. I shopped. I ate. I walked around and enjoyed myself.

I'm going to be so happy when this week is over. It's been a rough week. I've been hungry. Really hungry. And stressed out. And pissy. And just not a happy person. I started feeling more like myself yesterday after I visited the Chiropractor. That always helps.

But with the new job for my hubby we may not be able to go to the Cape. But we'll go another time.

Run your own race

I've decided that I want to train for a marathon. Why? Because. Just so I can say that yes, I ran 26.2 miles. And I am asking EVERYONE to join me. You don't have to run 26.2 miles. You can do 5k, 10k, a half marathon or whatever you want.

I'm going to be running it on my treadmill. YOU can run wherever you want. A treadmill. Outside. Anywhere you feel comfortable.

And the day of the race? 01/08/11. That gives me 18 weeks to train starting this Sunday. Plus, I can take the day after off from work, should I need to rest.

I will be following Hal Higdon's training guide, which is what I used when I trained for my half. It worked before, so why not again?

Why do I want to train after I decided not to run my half next month? I don't know. I just want to have something to TRAIN for.

I hope you will join me. If you do, please blog about it so we can get others involved. And I made a (corny) little button to add to your blog. Just link it back to this post if you wouldn't mind. Leave me a comment on this post, too, so I know who is in.

Follow me on twitter so we can talk about our training. Or email me at runningformyself at yahoo.com so we can talk about it there.

I hope you will join me!! It would be fun to have others training "with" me.

If I can do it, so can you.

I am totally kicking September's ass!! I ran 6 miles today. I went with a plan to run 4 and when I hit that, I went for 5 and thought "Why not?" and went for one more. I haven't run a 10K in awhile and it's awesome to know I can still do it.

I lost 1.2 pounds this week. Hurricane Irene and all. So that leaves me with 9 pounds until goal which is 150 but I want to hit 145 just to have a cushion. I'm super excited and feel like everything is falling into place. Funny how this time around I don't beat the living CRAP out of myself if I have a bad day. If I had a "bad day" I would weigh myself the next day and totally lose my mind. But not this time. This time is for real and I know that I'm not always going to make the right choices or exercise when I want to. But I'm human and it's okay to take a break. It's okay to have pizza or french fries if I want it and not worry about what is going to happen tomorrow on the scale. It's okay to rest for a few days when my back is sore or we don't have electricity (or a snow storm blows in-that is the next big thing we'll be dealing with here). Because I know that the next day I can get back on track. I won't gain back 120+ pounds in one day. Not even a week. I know what I have to do and I am doing it.
We're all doing it. If I can do it, so can you.

As much as I hate to say this, I'm pretty excited about Halloween. It's my favorite holiday and I am hoping we get invited to a party this year so I can dress slutty. What? I earned it.

The hubby and I both have a 3 day weekend. It's unusual for him not to work on a Saturday so I'm taking advantage of it. I am going to be picking up Saturday's again at work myself, so it's nice to have the time with him. I'm doing it because (a) we need some extra money and (b) I have so many charts to scan into the online system. I need to get that done.

Enjoy your weekend my friends! I know I will be.

What happened to August?

Irene has come and gone. My town did not really get hit too badly. We did lose power, just like I thought. I got u at 8am and was ready to hit the treadmill, but...the power went out at 8:30am. I was less then thrilled. I spent most of Sunday eating. I had filled my Kindle up on Saturday night so I had plenty to read.

And plenty to eat.

But, on Monday, I forgave myself. It isn't worth getting mad over or upset over or beating myself up over. Monday was a new day and I treated it like that.

Our power came back in 23 hours later. So I didn't get to run on Monday morning either.

I got my run in on Tuesday and I had planned 3 miles, but that turned into 4. And today I ran 4 miles. I loved my run on Tuesday. It was nice and cool outside in the garage and I just loved it. But this morning it was hard for me to get moving. As usual, I was glad I ran once I was done, but my legs were heavy and I was just not feeling it too much. Tomorrow I hope to feel it a little more.

I was disappointed with my mileage for last month. I didn't even hit 50 miles. My plan for this month is 60. I know I hurt my back and had to rest up. Plus, I plan to continue with weights 3 days week. I haven't been to the gym yet because they WERE out of power but got it back Tuesday. So I hope to start back on Saturday and go from there.

I hope that the state of Connecticut gets their power back 100% soon. A lot of our patients are without power at work and they are suffering without it. They are so afraid they are going to run out of oxygen and I don't blame them. It's tough on them. We've been swamped all week with calls and we're doing the best we can.

Despite my Sunday eating, I am looking forward to my weigh in tomorrow.

I feel like it's already turning into fall here. We've been having cool mornings and evenings. And the days aren't that warm anymore. We didn't get much of a summer at all. Hard to believe it's September. My 11 year wedding anniversary is in 21 days. We're going to Cape Cod and I cannot wait. Just for a few days, but it is where we went on our honeymoon. I always enjoy going back.

And I am looking forward to a 3 day weekend. I need to relax and not be at work for a few days.