Day 2 The Honeymoon Phase

I like to call this time period the honeymoon phase of weight loss. You know that - you are drinking more water than your bladder can handle, you are taking two stairs at a time, you knock your workouts out of the park - phase when success seems totally achievable. I know, because I am a seasoned weight loss wannabe warrior. I have been here before, when weight seemed to just evaporate off of my body. I know that this phase will probably end sooner than I am ready for it to, but I am just going to enjoy it while it lasts.

So yes, that means I have been successful.

Today we ran. 3 miles to be exact. And to be honest we didn't run the whole way. But we did it! And somehow we did it at 7:30 in the morning! I had my doubts. I am a snooze button addict, so I purposefully started waking myself up at 6:45 so that the odds of me actually getting out of bed before 7:30 increased by approximately 68%. I have to admit I felt like a super hero, all got up in my spandex gear, trotting alongside my fat busting partner. I say trot because our pace can hardly be called anything faster. There is definitely room for improvement there!

Near the end of the run Dayna and I were jogging along when this track suit clad running monster streaked by us. As I stared at him and wondered at his audacity to pass two of the coolest running gals on this side of the Atlantic Ocean, I noticed his running form. It was effortless. I looked like he was running slowly, but he was covering loads of cement in a solitary stride. Inspired, I challenged Dayna to run as fast as she could until the end of the run. And guess what? We almost caught that running dude!

Anyway, i think it is safe to say that today has been a rather successful day. I have eaten well and with tightly controlled portions. I ran. I am about to do my lower body toning routine (I will explain at a later time), after which I am going to attempt to get ahead with some homework (unlikely) and go to bed by 10ish so that I can wake-up at o'dark thirty and run 4 miles before my first class. Wish me will power!

Margaret