This week I've been focusing on being really diligent in my workouts and diet. I needed to reset my body after an indulgent weekend. Normally weekends like that would make me give up, but I was determined to keep fighting. I am rebranding myself (to myself) as a fighter. I'm happy to say that I've been doing pretty well! I added a lot more spinach and kale to my smoothies and have been eating huge salads for lunch plus healthier snacks.
Kait and I have been so busy that we couldn't get to the gym this week, but I still have my work's health challenge to complete so I ran the dogs on Monday night. They're fun to run with at the park and I ran 2.5 miles! The great part about running at the park again is that I could tell I was so much stronger. The first day, I "ran" 3 miles and had to stop extremely often. This time I ran the first loop non-stop and didn't tire nearly as quickly. That was an awesome feeling.
Tuesday was a hard day simply because I was exhausted. I've been super tired all week for some reason. I decided to take a break day and watch TV in bed instead of doing anything. But in the back of my mind I knew I would feel better if I went running.
So I got all suited up in my crazy outside running outfit (crazy layers of weird shirts, a beanie, Matt's huge fishing jacket, my pajama leggings, and gloves with holes in the fingers). I figured if it took me that long to get ready that I better make it worth my while, so I set out to run 3 miles even though I was exhausted. This run was a lot harder to get through than Monday's run. At one point I was so emotionally tired that I just wanted to give up and go home without finishing. I know that weight loss is achieved one pound at a time, so I didn't want to give up. I said a little prayer that God would give me strength to not only finish this run, but finish this weight loss journey. I needed something outside of myself to keep me going.
I kept running and shortly after my prayer ended, I got this little vision in my head of all my posterity running behind me. I'm talking my kids, my grandkids, their kids, and so forth. I felt them cheering me on and telling me I could do it. It felt much like what I imagine finishing a marathon would feel like, with hundreds of people cheering you on. It was such a positive, peaceful and exciting feeling. I know that this journey is hard, but it's so worth it so that I can have branches and branches of a family tree. That image buoyed me up so I could finish that run, and it'll keep me running for months to come.