For the second week in a row, my running plans have been dashed to smithereens by reality.
Reality is a harsh mistress. My least favorite kind, actually.
At any rate, after my 1-mile warmup run, I haven’t run again since. Was going to Thursday – didn’t. Was going to on Friday – didn’t. Was going to run today – but I’m not, because there’s a race tomorrow and maybe I’ll do better with rested legs.
I have, however, been continuing with my calorie-cutback, and this morning I weighed in at 198.5 lb., which is significantly lower than the 203.0 I showed a week ago. I’m sure that most of that is water loss and mainly from the severe cutback I did last weekend, but there’s gotta be a half-pound or pound of actual fat loss in there.
As of last night I was actually 399 calories under par for the week, and that’s even after accidentally eating a slice of leftover German chocolate cake on Thursday (yum). I love calorie-counting for my diet because a) I get to eat whatever I want as long as I track it, and b) it’s like having a watch that tells me when to stop eating for the day, so I can focus on other things, like how much I’m not running and should be, argh.
At any rate, I’m going to give it my all tomorrow at the 5K and see if I can improve over my New Year’s Day run time. I will be running with Max – can’t wait to see how he does. It’s gonna be coooooooooooooooooooooooold, though.