Three Miles

Three miles, four times a week. That's what we're doing right now. I'm definitely not running it either, no freaking way. Not yet anyway. I do love this Nike+ app though.

We're one week down.

I don't think I know how to run. When I run, I feel like my brain is jiggling around in my head and my boobs are slapping me in the face. I'm not even kidding, I need to tape those puppies down. It hurts.

My grandma took my measurements on Friday and ohmygosh. I'm so top heavy. I think I'll take them every friday night. I also jumped on the scale and found that I'd lost 5 pounds since the last Friday. While that feels great and all, I haven't noticed any change in the way my clothes are fitting and that's what I'm waiting for.

I want results now, dangit!

In addition to the walking, I've been cooking a bit healthier and we're cutting back on our carb intake. I love me some carbs. Seriously. It's bad. I'm upping the protein in my morning smoothie and eating salads and fruit for lunch. The munchies always hit me after I eat dinner. I always want something sweet. So, that's a struggle.

I really only have cravings on the weekends. Last weekend all I wanted was bread. And oatmeal. And a baked potato. 

But I'm trying to focus on the wins. You know, the fact that I haven't had a soda in 24 days. That's huge. So huge, I even had a nightmare about accidentally having a couple of sips of a soda.

Operation get rid of the double chin is in full force around here.