Today, for the first time in ages, I embraced an old enemy: The Treadmill.
I despise running on a treadmill. I seriously go mental from boredom. I am not coordinated enough to run on a treadmill and listen to an ipod (don’t ask). I can’t run and watch tv because I don’t have my glasses and I have weird issues so can’t get lasik or contacts (don’t ask). And my right foot always seems to get a funky feeling in it, making me think that I have to stop (again, don’t ask). SO – why then did I run on the dreaded treadmill? Because I didn’t have outdoor running clothes and I really really really needed to run. It was one of those days. So, I did 5 miles, with 3 miles of hills (hills and/or speed are the only way I can survive a treadmill run; helps keep the boredom at bay). Then I hopped on the bike and biked for 30 minutes.
I also weighed myself and confirmed what I thought: I’m down lower than pre-pregnancy, pre-wedding weight. I can tell b/c my clothes are falling off of me. My weight loss secret? The Stress Diet. Mix in equal parts life stress and work stress and you are guaranteed to drop pounds.
The bad thing is that I don’t want to be losing weight. I’m bordering on an unhealthy weight, if not already there now. So, what’s a girl to do? Follow up the workout with a glass of Pinot Noir, a chicken avocado bacon and jack sandwhich, and an extra large chocolate malt. That ought to put some weight back on me!
Started a new book tonight. Before I Go To Sleep. Looks good. I’ve heard it’s disturbing. Just what I need to keep me up at night! 🙂 Anyone read it?