Writing the last post was kind of tough for me. Well, actually it was hitting the "publish" button that was difficult.
See, I knew that weight had been creeping up. I knew that I didn't feel as good, physically, as I wished I was. And I knew that I didn't really want to post about it.
And putting a number to my weight gain? Eesh.
The thing is, after hitting "publish" I felt a bit freer. A bit better. And in that moment, I decided to do more things that made me feel better.
For starters, I called a local large breed volunteer group that I have helped in the past and asked if there were any dogs being boarded (rather than in foster homes) that I could love on and take for a walk. They replied back with a huge "YES!" and Sunday I walked my first big dog since Chassis.
His name is Guinness and he's a HUGE 11 month old Newfoundland puppy. Who is not good on a leash, but makes up for it by pulling hard in any direction he's headed. Armed with some treats, I attempted to help teach him better manners. And then I loved on him like crazy. What can I say? I'm a sucker for huge, adorable puppy eyes. I'm not sure who got the better work-out that day, but I was a bit sore that night.
But, oh, was I happy.
Being out in the sunshine has a profound effect on me and my mood. I hope I remember that next time my mood drops lower.
Last night I set my alarm for an earlier time setting than when I have to get up...to see if the urge to run would hit me when it went off. To be honest, I've done this probably 7 times in the last two weeks and have never actually gotten up any earlier. Could I have? Sure. Were there one or two times when I was awake enough to go? Sure.
But I've been scared.
This morning I had a nightmare about my younger sister's wedding and ended up waking up right before the alarm went off. So when it went off, I didn't have much of an excuse. I hit the snooze anyway.
And when the snooze alarm went off, I took inventory. I realized that I was, indeed, fully awake. I realized that I was afraid of running. I realized that I didn't want to force myself to run on the treadmill. So I decided to check the weather and see if it was okay to go outside. The weather was 42 degrees...the perfect running temperature.
So with that, I got up, got dressed and went outside...my heart pounding almost every step from dread.
|If you look verrrry closely you'll see Joe and me :)|
I set up my iPod on random and started walking. I walked by our city's most awesome art sculpture (in my opinion), the Big Blue Bear.
"Classical Gas" by Mason Williams came on and I ran.
I ran for the next two songs, then walked for one and a half, and then ran the last one.
My pace? Mostly runningish.
It felt good to move my body. It felt good to get some stress out. It felt good to do something I chose to do.
It felt good to overcome a fear.
And *that* is what I've done today to make me feel proud.