Good: With just one session of running, I have learned things about myself and about my body.
Bad: Those things are that I hate exercise, that I hate the WHOLE EXERCISE THING--the changing in and out of clothes, the sweating, the need to shower afterward, the stretching, the warming up and cooling down, ALL of it. Hate! it!
I've been running for about a month now. Running again, I should say, as I did this fairly regularly until I was about six months pregnant. Since then, though, I've been much less active. And it shows. It's much much harder to run with the twenty or so extra pounds I'm carrying now than when I was lighter, more in shape, and not pushing a thirty-something pound baby stroller up the street at the same time.
But I've been sticking to it. For the last four weeks I've worked out between four and six times a week, for about 40 minutes each day. Mostly running, some walking. I don't always enjoy it when I'm doing it, but I do feel good afterwards, and I'm even starting to crave it. So great! And the end result of this month of Herculean effort? Pounds lost?
Geez Louise. What the HECK do I have to do to shed some weight here?
So my goal now is to keep up the exercise and start adding other small, incremental steps. This month we're continuing to alternate running or walking every day, and starting to work on the food thing, too. Because really, it would help if I didn't eat so much sugar. So that's this week's goal.