Week 3 10,000 Steps at a time

It's now been three weeks since I started actually weighing myself.  Yeah, I still hate the scale.  I guess it's because it's been so long since I've seen a drop that I'm happy with.  But....that's on me.  There are a lot of great things that have happened lately, though.  It has been three weeks since I quit eating meat again, 3 weeks since I've had a regular soda and hardly any Diet soda in past couple of weeks.  And this week, I finally hit my 10,000 steps on my Fitbit.  Since going back to work in December at a desk job, I've been super sedentary.  But I hit 10,000 steps 5 days out of the past week.  Not only am I getting back into the swing of things, but my dog is too.  We even went on a hike on Sunday!  Of course we were with a friend of mine (who does cross-fit, etc) and her dog.  God Bless her, though, she didn't make me feel like I was slowing her down or anything.  What a great sport.  I loved it and it made me feel alive.  I can't wait to do it again.  Anyway, I know getting 10,000 steps in isn't a big deal to a lot of people, but let me tell you something...when you have 100+ pounds to lose, it's a good start.  That kind of weight is very hard on all of your joints.  On the second day, I woke up in the middle of the night to a horrible pain in my bad knee, and when I moved and my knee popped, it was one of the worst pains I've ever felt.  But...I got my steps in the next day, too.  A couple of days later I had an appointment with a specialist for a test (they called it a procedure, but really more like a test), and let me tell you something.  It hurt like a mother fucker....Ugh.  After I could barely move my arm.  I felt like Jeff the Drunk. If you got that reference, that means you're a Howard Stern fan-and I love you.  Ha.  Anyway, arm hanging in pain, I got out there with Jesse that night and got my steps in.  So, despite only a 1 pound loss this week, I'm mother fucking proud of myself.  It's my fault it's only one pound.  Despite all I did right, I ate too much.  Lots of anxiety this past week, and I still need to deal with it better and I will.  Plus...this time around, it's much harder than it's ever been in my life.  Maybe it's because I'm old... Boo.  Anyway, I'm going to keep on keeping on, and next week will be better.  5 weeks to the 5k.

I would like to ask you to continue praying for my friend Sarah.  It's now been about a month since her brain aneurism, and while there have been some good signs, she has a lot stacked against her and a very long road ahead of her.  Please remember her when you pray.  She's a wonderful woman, and life really can deal some crappy cards sometimes.  She and her family don't deserve this.

I've got to run and pick Ryne up from football practice, so I'd better get running.  But here's to a great week for all of us.

Much Love,

Jen