I'm tired and need more energy if I'm going to make it through the day. My meditation efforts this morning morphed into a plain-old nap. Fat cat woke me up at 4 a.m., and wouldn't leave us alone until after 5, when I finally got up for good. No wonder I'm dragging.
Yesterday I went running outside for the first time in ages. It was warmer, for a change. But I discovered that it was still cold enough that it was hard to breathe. I had to wrap my scarf so it covered my mouth, and I was only able to run in 6-8 minute segments at a time. Puddles of water on some sidewalks, combined with still uncleared ice, did not help. I had to walk around those sections for fear of slipping. My sneakers were muddy by the time I got back to the house. But it felt good, and hope to try it again on the next warm day.
Yesterday was my monthly weigh-in day and I have reached my desired weight-loss goal! I'm a "little"! I think I'm at my lightest ever as an adult. When I went shopping yesterday and tried on pants, I was able to get into a size I have NEVER fit into. I'm very excited and happy I stuck with my plan -- including the need to keep going after slips (there were a few). I'm continuing to monitor calories, carbs, fat and fiber. I guess I'll keep eating the way I have been eating, but allowing a little more leeway once in a while.
I had a seat and was able to write on the train this morning -- I'm behind on posting things here, but I have been writing a lot in my notebook. Tomorrow I'm going to write about the anticipation prior to a punishment.