I may be over the hump of my 204-205 days
I ran twice last week. Friday I couldn't get up to do it. My sinus' have been bothering me, which means I sleep horribly and getting up Friday morning was like dragging a teenager out of bed. Not happening.
Saturday I got up and headed in to weigh myself, like I always do. I do this before I put my contacts in. So if you saw me, you'd see me bending down to find the correct button to turn it on. I wait for the correct beep to signal that I can get on. Then I stand as motionless as I can, including holding my breath. Do you think my empty lungs help? No? Oh well. Then I step off and bend all the way over to see the number. This time I was shocked. I blinked several times and then looked again. I stood up. Bent back over and looked a third time. Then I blinked some more. Then I went and got Pete. By that time it had gone blank and I had to redo the whole process.
I weighed 200 pounds. Almost to ONEderland.
Energized, I headed to the gym and ran 6 miles. And I'm not gonna lie. It sucked. But I did it and thought of the number soon starting with a one instead of a 2. I had a great day Saturday running errands, getting things done and a neighborhood gathering. Sunday I got up and my legs hated my brain. I couldn't stretch out enough to get comfortable (as comfortable as one can be) to run. So after about 15 minutes I gave up and hit the ARK trainer for an hour.
This morning I was back at 201. But damn, I'll take it! I think I may have slid over the plateau of 204 that I was stuck at. I am bound and determined to get it down to ONEderland for a week by the end of this month. BOUND AND DETERMINED!