The year is 2011 and yet again, loosing weight is on my resolution list.
So I started running and it sucks.
My body does not want to run, but it is my torture of choice. I even got ambitious and signed up for a 5K at the beginning of next month. I can't even run for two miles straight, but amazingly enough I'm crazy enough to think that in two weeks I will master 3.1 miles.
I can run for a mile, but the second is paved pain, and the third makes me weak in the knees. But with out a goal or a deadline I would still be behind the starting line.
I'm happy to say that I have lost some weight. 5 lbs in fact and at one point in time my scale said 9lbs. I didn't believe it. I hopped on the scale this morning and my total is indeed 5 lbs.
5 lbs is great. But I want more. I want a curve-o-licous body with my fat bottom rockin'.
So tomorrow I'm going to try Phase 1 of the South Beach diet, and for a girl that loves a fresh loaf of bread and works in wine, it is a serious step. No carbs or sugar or even fruit for two weeks. But I can do anything with God and support. 2 weeks is not forever.
But for tonight it's pizza and beer for dinner. I'm celebrating my one last night of food freedom.
This is a blog about me wanting to get in shape for myself, keeping my curves, and maybe venting about how much it can suck trying to be a Fat Bottomed Runner.
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