I've just been to my weigh in and have dropped another half lb taking me to a 2014 total of 9.5lbs. Slow but steady and, considering that I've not really changed a great deal, not a bad result.
The good thing about this week's weigh in was how I got there. I had been meaning to wake up early and go for a short run (25 mins) at 6.30am but, when that time arrived, Rich reset his alarm for another hour and the lure of sleep won for me too. But I knew I couldn't run at lunchtime or this evening so, braving the pollution, I decided to run the 2 miles (up hill) to my class and the 2 miles back. It was tough but I feel great now.
I was thinking as I ran about how proud I am in my battered, solid, fat old body. It isn't too flabby and it's strong and willing and, when I tell it to run 2 miles up hill, it obeys (slowly, mind). And, from time to time, it scrubs up alright. It might not be the most beautiful body in the world but it is the only one I'm ever going to have so I'm not only going to try and make it slimmer, fitter and stronger but I'm also going to appreciate it and love it RIGHT NOW.
After all, who knows when health may be taken away. I've already had new and exciting attacks of gout and conjunctivitis this year and do not want them back, thank you very much!!