Instead of continually repeating that line, I'm going to mention a few recent personal highlights instead:
(1) I'm on week four of a regular running schedule, and have a consistent mix of strength and swimming in there too.
(2) I have improved my overall pace running from 11:30 a mile to 11:00. Not fast by any means, but I'll take it.
(3) I have weighed in on the scale below 200 lbs on a semi regular basis in the last two weeks. I hope to finally see that be a standard weigh in instead of an "off day".
(4) My son is officially one - hooray! Where does time go?! (And in other news, I am currently in the process of going cold turkey from nursing ... which is a slow and sometimes painful process, but I'm getting there).
And lest I leave out some sarcasm in this post ... a short story:
For the last 4+ weeks, I've been trying to be healthy. You know, eating right, getting more exercise, all that jazz. The scale has been heading in the right direction, and I feel better about myself, so that's a sign that I'm on the right track. Which is great! So today, though. I go get changed over lunch. Head out for a run. I'm almost all the way back when I feel something tickle the top of my head. I reach up and ...
Yeah. A bird shit right on my head. Way to support my journey back to fitness, ya jerk.