Sorely Happy

Lori, my running buddy, has been going to a personal trainer and adores her, so she convinced me to tag along with her training today.

Dear Lord, my ass was kicked today. My quads are going to be extremely sore tomorrow. And yet I topped off the hour-long, grueling weight session with a 3 mile jog this afternoon. Hopefully I'll be able to put in 4 miles tomorrow. Let me rephrase that: I will put in 4 miles tomorrow, but I might be shuffling it.

Today, being Monday, is a Weight Watcher meeting day. Total WW weight-loss: 21 pounds! Add the three pounds I lost before joining WW, I've lost 24 pounds since moving to Clear Lake. Most of my clothes are fitting and I am finally seeing the difference in the mirror. I haven't weighed this in 3 years (before one of the most emotionally devastating weeks of my life). I'm at the weight I was when I did my first play at Company Onstage.

This is strange, but I feel like the bad/stressful things of the past three years haven't happened. I mean they have, but I feel like they are way beyond me. Gone are the emtionally tiring days of being in a pseudo-relationship with someone who didn't feel the same way. Gone are the days of being in another relationship in which I lost myself and stayed unhappy for too long. Gone are the days of being in a job that stressed me out so badly that I had anxiety attacks before arriving at work. Gone are the days of hating myself for allowing myself to give in to food to comfort me. Gone are the days of wishing that I could just erase those years. With each stressful situation, I gained weight. And now that I've finally lost it all, I feel as though the bad years are finally over and I've grown from lessons learned from those experiences. I feel like I can close old doors and open new ones.

I'm still 10 pounds from what I was at my lightest, but those 10 pounds didn't really come from that much stress. It came from going on a cruise, a cruise with WAY too much food and not enough of a gym to keep me interested. That and just adjusting to a new position at work.

I've already lost 24 pounds. 10 pounds is no problem. By the Houston Half Marathon (almost two months away), they should be gone.

Cheers (with water or diet coke, of course)!