Every Saturday and Sunday morning I get up and go to the gym to run three miles. My goal is to run the three miles in 30 minutes. My best time is 36 minutes. Since I’m doing all this running I really need to get better shoes. Not the heels that I am so desperately coveting but actual real running shoes. I don’t even want to tell you what I’m running in now. It’s too embarrassing. If you have any information about good running shoes, please let me know in the comments.
Speaking of exercise, I also am back to doing the 30-day shred 2-3 times a week. Since I’ve been running consistently my endurance has increased and I’m not getting as discouraged while listening to Jillian telling me to “keep going”. I’m just about ready to graduate to Level 2. Yay me.
You’d think with all this activity that I’d be losing weight. Well, I’m not. Not a pound. I’ve also not gained a pound. I’m content with that. I’ve learned that if I eat what I want, I have to exercise in order to prevent weight gain. And I am going to eat what I want. I’ve gone through periods of time where I restricted myself in order to reach a goal (September 2010 weight loss challenge), but once I reach the goal I slip back into my old ways. Don’t get wrong, I do not have a bad diet but there are some things that I like (e.g., fried chicken) and I’m not ready to cut it out of my diet completely. I don’t eat it every day but you can bet that I’ll be frying some chicken maybe twice a month. Oh well.
I’m growing out my hair. I’ve never really thought about my hair before. Now, I feel like I’m obsessing over it. Do you have any idea how my YT videos there on black hair care? Millions! And I’ve probably seen half of them. I really need to stay off the internet.
My son thanked me for raising him right. O_o. He says he knows people who have “terrible lives” which makes him think about his own life and he is really grateful for how good his life is. I really needed to hear that.
I'm thinking of leaving my book club. This quarter's picks seem kind of blah.
Time is marching on. I don’t remember a time in my life when I was so aware of time. I am keenly aware that I have lived forty-six years and sometimes I think that in those 46 years I should have accomplished so much more in my life. Then I decide to give myself some slack. During those first 25 years, I was an idiot. The following 10 years were spent correcting the first 25. So really, the last 11 are the ones that count. I’ve accomplished a heck of a lot in 11 years!
See what I did there?
Have a great week!