Ruminating while Running

The things that occupy my mind while I run are all sorts of odd, crazy, and to some, probably disturbing. After hearing listening to me wordvomit all about these crazy things I think of during one of our half marathons,  my friend/running partner Emily (who is now debt free!) suggested that I start a blog of my crazy thoughts while running. So here is my brain, exposed. Don't think I'm crazy and please don't submit me to a mental hospital. k great thx.

PS- Rumination is a verb that means "to meditate on, ponder". I looked it up.

Bikini Body on the Way

Things have got to change. That is what I was thinking one morning as I was looking in the mirror, getting ready for work. Sure, I work out consistently, run my butt off (not literally) and feel like overall, I eat pretty healthy. Well, due to the (what feels like) five trillion inches of back fat that create "back boobs" as my friend/pilates instructor likes to call them, I made the decision. Things have got to change. I got even more motivation when I put on full-butted seamless panties from VS (hate them) in a size medium and my husband says- "Babe, I think your underwear are too small." I wouldn't say I'm overweight at all, but I don't remember EVER being like this. So, with little (none) coaxing, my dear friend and very faithful workout buddy decided to take on this "healthy eating" challenge with me. Everyone has heard "it's easier with a friend", so we jumped in together and began with shopping together five days ago. This week has been pretty great for both of us. We are trading off making lunches which makes it more exciting to get a surprise meal, and also not have to prepare lunch for yourself every day. We went to dinner once at their house this week, and they'll come to ours next week. Thankfully our husbands are on board as well. OMG- game over. This morning (Friday), I woke up feeing pretty good, and very skinny and then of course G requested cookies, so i ate 2 spoonfulls of dough and 2 cookies- but that is ok! This "healthy eating" is not a diet, it is a lifestyle. it is learning to not let food control me, I can make choices for myself, and if I want a cookie- by golly I'm gonna have one- just not 17. So we'll see how it goes. Weekends will be harder because of going out and not being occupied at work all day. I can do it though, and thankfully I have N by my side to keep me accountable.