this day had it's ups and downs. i made the mistake of getting on the scale after a weekend of doing nothing healthy for myself at all. monkey bread! vodka! loaded waffle fries! and the scale told me the truth this morning. i know it's just one measurement of the progress (or lack of progress) that i'm making, but it always either completely makes my day awesome or makes my day suck butt.
so i think i'm only gonna post on the days that i run, which is about every other day. because otherwise, my post titles would all be the same, and that's dumb. like yesterday, i could've told you all about the awesome day i had, the nom's i shoved in my face, and the amazing strength training workout i did. but the title still would've been "17 down, 533 to go". and that would've been, as already mentioned, dumb.
well, we're 19 days into january, and i haven't thrown in the towel. i'm still going strong. i've eaten real food about 80% of the time and i haven't gone more than two days in a row without working out. given my track record of giving up on myself, i consider this all a huge win.
listen, i know some of you came to this blog today to see what sort of bold and lofty running goal i have for this year. some of you are wondering if i'm just crazy enough to be all "let's run 2,016 miles in 2016!". others of you simply clicked on my blog because you like to read the f-word in print. and still, some of you may want to hear the story of how i was sprinting after my kids' bus in -17 windchill. well, you'll be happy to know that this blog post should hopefully appease all of you.
as i look back on my blog posts from 2015 (that encompassed all of january through march, and then 4 random posts this past fall), i'm sad. okay, not really sad, more, just disappointed. in myself, in my wavering commitment, in the fact that i spent the year continuing to be a fatty-face. now that i've hooked you with this positive introduction, please don't leave! it's gonna get better. i promise/it has to...