so, two months ago I was walking a half marathon. a crazy race that was like the day that never ended. and yesterday, 60 days after walking 21.1km in 3:30, I put my shoes on and walked 3.2k in 30 minutes. and although I felt like I couldn't walk another step, it felt good to get back on the treadmill. when all is said and done, I am up one lone pound from race day. and all things considered, I'm okay with that. kinda.
so I have a plan. I turn 40 in just over five months and I have a goal. I am going to hit the treadmill once a week for the next five weeks. and I am going to work my ass off to be down 10 pounds in the next five weeks. march 11th. 10 seems doable. possible.
so, with a week of crazy just beginning, I am going to cut all fake sugar out of my diet. and booze. again. and I'm going to just do this thing one week at a time. or one day at a time. because I am just going to focus on putting healthy food into my body. and I think that I can do five weeks of no junk. and I'm really sure that I can do tomorrow. and maybe that's all that matters.