The cold is killing my running progress. I take two steps forward and about a hundred backwards. This weather is driving me nuts. I can’t run outside when the temps are -20 degrees. I really prefer the temp be above zero if I’m going to run outside. Ok, let’s be real. I prefer 50 degrees to run outside. It’s optimum chubby girl temps. Then I don’t sweat as much and retain a bit of dignity.
I’ve already declared my hatred of the treadmill. And the gym. I tried the gym. With a trainer. Who made me feel like an idiot. Made me do jumping jacks even after I declared I would pee my pants if there wasn’t something else I could do. Heck, I’ve had three kids. The bladder isn’t what it used to be. And despite the best bra in the world, the girls bounce a lot. Not a lot of encouragement either. Comments like “that was ok” just weren’t encouraging me. So I quit the gym.
And now I’m not sure what to do. As I just looked up from having my head buried in my computer all morning, I notice more snow. I could cry.
I don’t feel like eating. Although I’ve made great meals for the family, food just doesn’t sound good. So if I do eat, it’s my favorite comfort stuff. Mac and cheese and ice cream. I could live on dairy.
I have to get moving. The American Dairy Association of Indiana is giving me a great opportunity to serve as a Refueling Ambassador. I need to run some races. And tell you all about it. So it’s back to the grind. Because I can’t mess this up. And I want the change again!
Back to the road. Or treadmill. Just not the kitchen.
Spring will be here before you know it! 🙂 (and not a moment too soon!)
Also: your Pinterest link doesn’t work! Shows a 404 error when I click on the link.