I’ve gained about five pounds in the last two weeks and while it may not seem like much, it *is* because it puts me right under my “dreaded” weight and that is so not okay. I wish I had more time to run. I wish I had more time to myself. But alas, family comes first.
I’ve been eating my feelings and my stress and it’s been so easy to justify a cookie here and a chocolate there because “I’m going running after work anyway” except I don’t because I’m running around like a crazy woman doing pick-ups after school.
I’m seriously considering taking a mental health day because while I don’t feel stressed, I know I am. I just want a day to go to the movies and sleep and shop and not have a worry in the world until it’s time to pick up all the munchkins from school. A day to just turn my brain off.
So I’ve promised myself a few new outfits when I reach my goal weight in order to motivate myself to eat better. I’ve promised myself I will manage a way to sneak in a run every two days because the half marathon is literally ten days away. And I’ve promised myself to take the day after the marathon off because I’ll be exhausted and will need to recover and what better way to do that than with sleep, movies, and more sleep?
Until then, peace out.