First, a confession: Couch to 5K and I did not meet up on Saturday. I didn't even put on those old, rundown running shoes. However, I did go for a walk. A brief one, but a walk, all the same. And I wore my flip flops.
I think I reached a breaking point sitting in IHOP Saturday night. I can't believe how incredibly uncomfortable I felt in my own skin. And that feeling was very strong. It's the kind of feeling you get before something big happens. It was a scary feeling and a huge relief. But I wasn't there just yet.
Aftera couple of days of being a horribly irritable and ridiculously unpleasant person...due to feeling miserable, mouth pain, frustration, and just general horribleness...I mustered up some sort of courage, because I began making plans. Plans for meals, plans for seeking some sort of counceling, plans for going back to Weight Watchers, plans for joining a gym.
And today, I ate really well. I told myself, I would try it out just for today. And I ate things like this delicious salad.
And I rejoined Weight Watchers.
And I filled a grocery cart full of things that would make Jillian Michaels weep from its sheer beauty.
And I made plans for tomorrow.
And tomorrow morning, I'm going to wake up and tell myself, I can do this. Just for today, I can do this.