Saturday, March 9, 2013

Sickness

It's really bad to be sick. It's even worse when it's bad enough to sideline you.  In the past two weeks, I've gone through the world's worst 24-hour stomach virus, the cold from Hell, and a bout of indigestion/sour stomach/diarrhea that would have toppled Hercules himself.  Not sure if the last bit may have been caused by bad choices....but the first two were certainly out of my control. 

Regardless, as bad as it was to go through, it actually worked to my advantage, as I lost the ten pounds my indiscretionary eating had caused me to pack back on that last week before I got sick. And because I've been forced to eat a lot of soup and bland foods in the weeks since, I've managed to maintain that loss....thank God.

What I have not been able to maintain, however, is the progress I had made in my fitness goals.  It had been my intention to start back running on March 1st, but since I barely got to walk in February, it seems like a moot point at the moment.  I will have to reset that goal, and since I'm really hoping to start my walking back on Monday (along with the rest of the program), I'm thinking that maybe starting to run on April 1st may not be an unobtainable goal...or an unrealistic one.

I want to continue my walking, I'm not looking to replace it with running.  But eventually, I really do want to be running at a good pace at least three times a week. Ultimately, I still have the Eastman in my sights. But that is not until September, and I will not sign back up for that until I know I can do what I want/need to do to finish it correctly....and NOT in last place.

I do feel better.  And I do think this last couple of weeks have been necessary to recoup, since I rarely get sick.  I'm not sure that all of this wasn't just my body's way of trying to detox, since I was finally starting to eat so much cleaner.  But now that I've had a little break, it's time to get serious again, and go at least another six weeks before I break again.  With any luck at all, it'll be another 20 pounds down. And even if I have to whittle away six weeks at a time, I'm ok with that.  As long as I don't go backwards, I don't care how long it takes. I will get there.

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