I just ran 4k!!! AND then I did 5K!!! AND I did the 5k in 31:34 and that was running all ALONE.
Also, they had TONS of pizza afterwards, but I opted out of it and am currently making delicious asparagus and chicken. Yay!
9k marks the furthest I’ve ever run in one day!! Eeeeekk. So happy :) P
This is SCARY! I’m no mathematician, but I’m seeing the beginning of an upward trend…
Dear Awesome People,
THANK YOU! for for your kind words of motivation. Some of your sentences REALLY hit home and I’ll be sure to carry them with me the next lag of my journey.
Are y’all ready for round two of diabolical (by ‘diabolical’ I obvy mean ‘moderate and healthy’) weight loss? Yes? Excellent, hop aboard the awesome train and let’s go!
Love E
Oh God, that was SOOOO LAME it hurts my soul, but apparently that’s just how I roll.
Good, Bad or Ugly, these are my reasons. (in no order)
Today, I’d now also add:
This is the problem.
I think I look O.K, not good, not great, but O.K. That’s why my motivation? not too stellar these days. Don’t get me wrong, I’m still considered overweight, hell… I still am overweight, and I still really, really, omigod REALLY want to be a normal size. Hush up people who will say, “that is a normal size,” because…
165 + female + 5’4” + 24 = overweight, no ifs, buts or ands about it.
It’s quite the dilemna I’m in, and so for the first time ever, I’ll put this to you dear blog, What motivates you to stay on a diet/exercise? I’ve lost a few pounds and feel stuck where I’m at…what are some things I can do to get going again? I’m still trying to eat healthier and exercise when I have time but I feel like it’s not good enough. Also, I feel discouraged when I eat something unhealthy and just think why does it matter…I’m never gonna lose enough weight. Sigh… ?
Never Quit. Don’t ever, ever quit. Recognize that stopping now, regrouping to try a new approach isn’t quitting. If you quit you’ll regret it forever.
Good morning all and what a great morning it is on this rainy, miserable Toronto day.
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Why am I so chipper you ask? One would think it’s because I broke through 165 (finally!) and the scale is sitting comfortably at 163, but it’s not. It’s because yesterday was the day from hell and after a 10 hour (revitalization) sleep, my energizer batteries are fully charged and I’m revving to go; as in run.
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And lo and behold, tonight is Toronto’s financial district 5k run, which I plan on killing in 30 minutes. True Dat.
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I just ate a bagel and cream cheese (perhaps made in heaven?) as my hungry tummy got the better of me, but as I will be trying McDonalds’s new salad today for lunch (holla, I got a free coupon) I figured I’d need some carbs to give me energy for the race tonight.
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It’s called the Scotiabank Rat Race, and yes, emphasize on the ‘rat’ part because people actually dress up as rats. Sadly, as all my friends are lame no one would do it with me, thus I’m dressing up as a rat and doing it on my lonesome. (I think by ‘lame’ you mean ‘cool’)
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Check out my ears, nbd. (Stop being jealous; it’s unhealthy)
I’ve come to the conclusion that “165” is the weight my body settles at when I eat well 50% of the time, and like crap the other 50% of the time. It’s the weight my booty settles on when I’m trying to lose weight and (let’s be honest) not doing that great of a job ’trying’ (excuse me, I have to clear my throat; cough, cupcakes, beer, wine, chocolate, candy, fromage, cough).
If I’m honest with myself, and what’s the point of not being? I’ve been at or around 165 for oh I don’t know… since April 29th which is 1.6 months, 49 days, 1,176 hours, or 70,560 minutes, but whose counting?
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I’ve been making excuses and continuously saying, “but I still want to live my life” which is a massive FAIL. Why? Because losing weight = sacrifice, and we all know that sweat plus sacrifice equals success. However, I’m really not ‘sweating’ that much (my running = poor lately) and I haven’t been ‘sacrificing’ that much either (see my cough above).
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I want to type here that this is it! damn it! I can and will do this, this is my commitment to myself, but that just sounds so fake and internally I know that just won’t be so.
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I’m really scared because if you recall, 165 is the lowest I got last time I lost weight.. and then I plateau-ed and then gained it back. I.Can.NOT.let.that.happen.again.
Tonight I am meeting two fabulous friends for dinner where I’ve promised myself I’ll order a salad with balsamic dressing on the side. I’ll take a photo to prove it. I’m also heading to a friend’s cottage this weekend where beer pong and scandalous times will most likely occur… sigh.
I need a swift kick in the ass to start shedding some lard again. The DVF dress I received is HUGE motivation. I think I may even hang it up outside my closet purely to see it each morning and think, ’holy-eff-what-a-stunning-dress!-I-must-wear-it-asap.’
This morning I was 165, so I’ll take this opportunity to set a short term goal for myself… shall I say… 155 by July 30? I think that’s realistic.
It starts now.
I just had one of those “I-feel-like-I-look-good-today-and-am-walking-with-confidence” notions, but then got a glimpse of myself in a reflection, and all my confidence left in a nano-second.
Aggrhhh. Still so far to go.
We can’t solve problems by using the same kind of thinking we used when we created them.
This photo is all types of awesome.
Where to begin? Well firstly, I should mention that this blog has given me something I thought I’d never get; confidence and a bucket full of motivation. The confidence and motivation I’ve gained from reading comments/reblogs/emails is something I don’t think any amount of weight loss could have given me and for that I am truly grateful.
A few months ago I received a ridiculously incredible email, and I’ve kept it close to my heart as well is in contact with the wonderful lady who wrote it. She’s a NYC version of me and we met up this past weekend when I graced her fair city. (omigod I know! I thought I’d *never* meet a person from The Internets, I mean seriously, who does that?)
Meeting up with her was everything I thought it would be and more. It’s actually quite bizzarre, because if you’ve been following my humble journey you probably know me better than some of my close friends, which proved true when I met up with her.
She took me to the new Highline Park which was ridiculously awesome and cool to see and then we headed over to Billy’s Bakery where I bought the most delecatble cupcakes (see below) I’ve ever tasted, which is saying a lot, as yes indeed, I am a cupcake connoisseur. Didn’t you know?
Last week she emailed me and requested my size for a (very unnecessary) “surprise gift” and I had to guess what it was. Remember this random post? That was me guessing.
It turns out she got me a holy crap BEAUTIFUL, exactly my style DVF dress (pink flower box). It’s stunning and beautiful and size 8.
Dear E.Dizzle,
I tried it on and it doesn’t fit, which I must admit is quite awesome because motivation now has a name on it (smokin’-hot-dress-or-better-known-as-the-item-I-would-save-in-case-of-a-fire)!
It was truly inspiring meeting you and words cannot express my sincerest thanks for the dress and motivation! I’ll post a photo of myself in the dress hopefully in no time and this is your open invitation to please come visit me in Toronto any time.
I will forever hold your kindness close to my heart and I look forward to many NYC visits in the future.
E (the fake one)
And on that note, Good night dear blog. Sweet dreams.
