Happy Monday

It's Monday again. Mondays are normally a day I dread for the obvious reasons. The joy of the weekend is over, and I have to go back to work. I look forward to the day when I can say "I get to go to work" rather than "I have to." I realize very few people really love their jobs, but I want to be among those who do.

My food choices weren't quite as bad as they normally are on weekends. I definitely over-indulged at dinner both Saturday and Sunday nights. I ate frozen yogurt both days, as well as peanut MNMs and popcorn at the movies. Still, there were no real binges.

You may have noticed I'm up 2 pounds from last week. My clothes are getting a little snug and I'm not feeling as energetic as I have in the past. I'm sure this is due to a combination of factors. I've obviously been eating more on the weekends than I should, but I'm baby-stepping my way back to reality. It seems like each weekend is progressively less destructive. Also, I increased my caloric intake by a couple hundred calories in an effort to better fuel myself for all this running, as well as to stave off binges. I think it's helping, but it's really too soon to tell. If I continue to gain weight (or, more importantly, feel like my clothes are getting tighter) I'll have to reevaluate my diet.

I had my second group run on Saturday, and I ran 12 miles instead of the 10 I'd planned. That's almost half the distance of a marathon! My feet, legs, and butt were on fire by the time I was done, but it was good pain. It was pain that told me I'd worked hard. I still can't believe how much faster the time goes by when you're running with a group. It's amazing.