Post Blip

Not sure where my major mood dip came from yesterday. At one point in the afternoon I was sure that not only would I never work out again, but I was going to gain back all of the almost 40 pounds I have lost and be fat and miserable again. I'm most definitely not pregnant, so I'll blame the mood swing on lack of sleep and move on. I did avoid any further food debacles while at BJ's, although there are chocolate covered almonds in the house now- but likely not for long.

This morning's 5K was the best yet: 29:59 for 3.1 miles. I even bumped up the speed to 6.4mph (9:22 pace) for the last minute or so of the 5K and then kept running until I hit 3.25 miles. Tuesday I'm planning on 3.5 miles. The gym scale still read 156 this morning, so I didn't ruin anything with my poor food choices the past few days, which makes sense.

Now that I've shared my hope that my thighs will soon no longer rub, I've got another body goal that I hope I will achieve. I'd like to get rid of the "underbutt". It's clearly not the top of my leg, but it's not really my butt cheek, it's in between and I call it the underbutt. It's gotten smaller and I hope it's soon to disappear. Although truly my butt is one of my less self-conscious things anyway, I've been told I lack one. I clearly don't, but it's not the same as my bat wings- those are the big trouble spot. I'm not even sure I'll ever be able to lose enough weight to get rid of the bat wings, but I've mostly adapted to them. Just don't stand too close to my upper arm if I wave, I've got triceps, but they're covered by the bat wings, which could probably knock you over.