Today, January 21 2015, twenty days into my new goal
of dropping my weight below 200 pounds (190 to be exact) from an embarrassing 223
a few weeks ago, I submitted a questionnaire from Runner’s World magazine. The
submission answered the question: “How Did Running Help You Lose Weight?” One
of the questions asked, “What is your secret to staying motivated?” or
something like that, to which I responded, “By reminding myself that my mantra,
learned during the months after I lost nearly 100 pounds, is ‘Nothing tastes as
good as being healthy feels.’”
The irony is, in my lovely, poetic confessional, I
neglected to mention that this very day I have consumed three large chocolate
chip cookies, one small one, and three small oatmeal cookies. They tasted
great! And I feel like shit, mentally and physically. Maybe even spiritually.
And I didn't run. I could make excuses - I was very busy at work today. Worked through my usual lunchtime. But I made excuses not to go later, when I did have time.
I have got to get this train back on its tracks!
