Yesterday a friend came into my office to see how I was doing.  She sat down and with much concern asked how I was doing.  I told her I was doing well and filled her in on how my recent doctor’s appointment went.  We started talking about weight gain and getting back on track.  She told me I was going to mention something to you about gaining weight.  My response was, “why didn’t you tell me sooner” and I laughed.  I explained to her that I don’t weigh myself; I haven’t since the summer time.  I knew my eating was off and I knew my clothes were not fitting the same but I truly had no idea how far it had gone.  I told her I needed for her to let me know if she sees it happening again.  She agreed J

It’s funny, funny in an odd way, that there are people I can handle hearing things about weight from and others who would make me angry if they say anything.  I honestly should have realized it more myself but my head was somewhere else for a while.  I’m feeling very determined to get back to where I was.  I’m trying to ignore the fact that I put weight on so I don’t get discouraged.

I’m sitting here now in PAIN from today’s work outs…that were almost identical.  It was tough the first time; the second time was certainly not easier.  I struggled with my running again tonight so instead of getting discouraged and associating with my leg I remembered that I struggled just as much, if not more, last summer and I thought about how far I came in a not so long amount of time.  I need to consistently put a positive spin on things.   After being “out of commission” for a while the pain and soreness I am experiencing is pure JOY so I need to be grateful that running is a struggle for me just because I am so thankful to God that I am able to run and I need to take advantage of it; I never know when the ability to do so could go away.