Ch-ch-ch-changes

Thank God it’s Friday!! Even though I had Monday off, this week has been an absolute killer. I am looking forward to the weekend even though much of it will be spent tying loose ends (freelance-wise) so that I may finally be able to cut back. YES!

I have been feeling more and more like my ‘old self’ lately. Rather than being able to count my ‘good days’ (emotionally speaking) on one hand, I’m having a hard time remembering when the last time I had a truly ‘bad’ day despite my (sometimes) hectic schedule and occasional bouts of annoyance. I cannot begin to express how empowering it if for me to be using my body in the ways that I have been lately. Honestly, I don’t know how I was ‘getting through the days’ before. Can we say ‘auto-pilot’ much?

Even though I have been training for this 5K for over a month, these past two weeks have been far more intense than previous weeks. When I first started, I loosely stuck to the Week 1 schedule for a period of two weeks before heading off to the desert where I gorged myself on fat and sodium bombs. Since my return, I dove head-first into Week 2 and will have completed Week 3 on Saturday.

The changes my body has undergone cannot be ignored. I (quite literally) feel like a totally different person. I have no doubt in my mind that I will indeed hit the 50lb mark this weekend and I have no doubt in my mind that the ‘Paper Towel’ theory is completely true. I feel that I am becoming closer to reaching that cardboard core of goodness.

For example, I’ve been wearing my sister’s college hockey jacket for the past few weeks (since it’s now too big for her). It was a bit tight around the waist/hips, but I had an inch or two to spare. Even though I’ve been wearing it pretty consistently, it wasn’t until this morning when I noticed a gap between the bottom of the jacket and my hips. Um? I wore this thing yesterday and that gap did not exist! Thus, ‘Paper Towel Theory’ = true.

I’m still waiting for people to tell me I look great (compliments have been far and few between!), but that crap doesn’t matter anymore. I feel great and I know it’s only going to get better.