I don't know what happened. Part of it was working at a cupcake store. Part of it was the embarrassment of seeing people I haven't seen in years, wondering if they still recognize me. Most of it was that day I ate half a bag of beef jerky, 6 pieces of bacon, cheese toast, cup-a-noodle, all the left over candy in the candy jar, and a snickers ice cream bar. That was the tipper.
I, Hilary, have been inspired to run lately. Listen to me! Those of you who have even brought up the subject with me, know that I hate to run. Many people have tried to convert me to their running religion, but I have stood my ground. So what happened? Three weeks ago, I sat up off the couch, let the potato chip crumbs run to the floor... and proclaimed that it was FINALLY...time to get running.
Derek and I have been running three times a week, a mile each time. We run the whole mile, so for me -- this is a major success! Derek keeps saying he is shocked I have stayed motivated to do this for three weeks, but a lot of it is the entertainment of having Derek next to me, knowing that he's working just as hard as I am.
To date: We have run 8 miles total. I am officially proud of myself for getting out of my unhealthy slump and maybe even on my way to losing a few lbs.
To Derek: Thanks for doing this with me, and motivating me too! Yay us.