Small Victories

Tonight I got home, just as it was getting dark. I quickly changed and put my running shoes on, grabbed our 4 legged friend and the hubs, and we started walking.  Not in our usual spot. Not around the lake a few blocks from our house. Just down the road. We didn't have time to "go anywhere," to our preferred trails.

But I was DETERMINED to walk tonight. No matter what. We walked probably a quarter of a mile before turning around, due to the impending darkness that was fastly approaching.

Then, something hit me. An urge that I hadn't felt in a long time. I was extremely surprised to feel it. I felt the urge to RUN. And I did just that.

It wasn't far. It wasn't fast. But I ran. And it felt GOOD I tell ya! Darn good! I wanted to quickly give up. But I didn't.  I set my eyes on the stop sign up ahead. I didn't stop until I got past it. It was hard. I was out of breath and the cold, night air hitting my lungs hurt. As I waited for my hubby to catch up, I said to myself,  "You DID IT!" Small victory! 

After my lil run, I had to whip something up for dinner. What I WANTED was some pizza. Something salty.  And I would have traded my arm for a bowl of that Cookies n Cream ice cream I had sitting in the freezer!!   But, instead I went to an old favorite,  my Fiesta Chicken Salad creation.  It was derricious. Fast, easy, and yummy - my kinda recipe! And I did have 2 mini Reeses peanut butter cups. Hey, it was still better in the calories dept over that ice cream. Small victories. Small victories ;)

Falling off the Wagon

Well...where do I start?  I fell off the wagon. For a LOOOOONG time. Physically. Mentally. Emotionally.  As usual,  the thoughts of weight loss and how awesome my life would be once I lost weight, never left. Thankfully I didn't gain all the weight back. I've actually lost another 10 lbs.  My work schedule has changed,  I've been diagnosed with PCOS, and I'm another year closer to 30 and another year away from being able to try and start a family. 

SO, here I am. Almost a year later where I left off. Starting over again. I'm not going to dwell (like my normal self would do) on how far I would be right now or how great I'd look and feel had I stuck with my goals and plans. Instead,  I'm focusing on the positive:

       ★I CAN lose weight.
       ★ I kept the weight off, plus some. 
       ★ I know what has worked for me.
       ★ I CAN DO IT AGAIN.

Here's to starting over. For the last time.