I’m still on track. OK, OK! I had 6 Girl Scout cookies this weekend! I can either beat myself up about this or celebrate that I didn’t eat the whole box. I choose to celebrate not eating the whole box, because if you know the peanut butter patties, you know how easily that could happen. May I tangent a second? Why do the Girl Scouts sell their cookies in January? Why? I wish we could do some quantitative research to determine how many new years resolutions end when cookie booths start. Give us a chance please! We’re already hearing all the fb bitching about crowding the gyms. Bring on the cookies and the hopeful fatties are like, “peace out, I can’t take the stress.”
I have this goal. I’m going to Colorado soon, and I want to jog while there. I love running in CO. The air is fresh, there’s snow on the ground, and your jog is made more interesting watching for ice patches and trying not to bust your arse on it. Now 5 months ago I was jogging everyday, and I was up to 3 miles a night. Now, ya, not so much. It takes 40 days to create a habit. My habit was running. It takes one day to lose the habit. (**Note: this works in reverse for habits you want to lose because God gets bored and resorts to stupid human tricks for laughs.) There are a few obstacles to my goal. 1. Let me restate, I haven’t jogged in a while. 2. Obviously, the weight. But, those of you who know me, know, I’m active. I run circles around people. My weight doesn’t hold me back, and this is actually one of the reasons I’ve been fat so long. I still do everything active skinny people do, I just do it in XXL. 3. Altitude. I’m not trying to keel over and die. My first year in college at Colorado State University was a lesson in limited lung capacity. I lived on the third floor. After going up three flights of stairs to get to my dorm room each day after class, my Texas ass would collapse at my door unable to get the door unlocked because I couldn’t catch my breath. This was when I was skinny. God help me if I had to pee. Needless to say, I need to expand my lung capacity. 4. I’m probably going to have a little jogging party. I would love a jogging party actually, because I would love to jog with one of my besties, K. K is a trained police officer. I think she’s like a foot taller than me. Gorgeous and fit. Longish legs or not, that’s going to be an interesting juxtaposition. In addition, I’m taking my “adopted” brother to CO with me. I suspect he’ll want to join us. Trained firefighter, and again, like a foot taller than me. You know what? I’d like to amend my goal. I’d like to walk really fast on my upcoming trip to CO.
Regardless, I need to hit the pavement again, and I need to do it every night until our plane leaves.
Also, my “adopted” brother, B, gave me the P90X DVDs today. I think that’s a definite sign that it’s time to add a little perspiration into the routine because I asked for them, and then I received. I’m pretty sure I’m only allowed to get away with giving God a hard time about his (her?) antics if he (she?) still has faith that I have my listening ears on. If I’m not dead tomorrow after attempting either a jog or P90X, I’ll let you know how it went.
For the record:
Bfast both mornings- my dad’s rice, (soy) milk, and cinnamon
Lunches- salad with chicken; chicken soft taco and regular taco from Taco Bell’s al fresco menu
Dinner- Baked chicken, green beans, butter noodles; pork chop, veggie skewers, salad
To drink- nothing but water. I’ve never been so hydrated in my entire life.
Oh, and the cookies.
Tomorrow I’ll relate some more great info provided by friends! Night homies.