Swallowing My Pride: Needs Salt

So, Friday sucked because I realized I'd made 3 fairly big fuck ups last week. Today, I am charging into each of them headlong to get them fixed.

The first one is handled. And the attorney on the other side was very nice about it and I feel a bit foolish for being so worked up. But, damn, I hate swallowing my pride.

Now, I should probably pause long enough to eat lunch (breakfast?) with my pride, and then tackle problems 2 and 3. But I still feel vaguely sick about the massive screw ups.

Which leads me to the point where I recall the words of wise friends over the past few days: Give yourself a break.

I... may be incapable of not castigating myself within an inch of my life when I screw things up. This is something that I am realizing with a growing unease. I let other people make mistakes and have chances, but I really never do manage to forgive myself.

*fails*

Anyway, on to fix more mistakes now.

90 Days of Madness Paying Off!

So I weighed in today.

I'm down.

5.4 lbs down, actually.

*GLEE*

I've officially crossed the BMI threshold from obese to overweight.

If you heard squeeing, it was from me.

Now, onward to fit in my clothes again!

Spaghetti Arms (and Legs... and Butt)

I can't do push ups to save my life. Consider this a PSA, if it ever comes down to push ups or death? I'm going to die.

( 100 Push Ups, 200 Sit Ups, 200 Squats- more exercise chat )

I ran 2 miles again tonight. That seems to be my average "short" run now. I... don't know what I think about it. The first mile always sucks. Always. I hate it and I hate that I'm doing it and I can't for the life of me figure out WHY I'm doing that to myself.

Then I hit stride a bit before the end of the mile and it feels... pretty good. Like I can run for a while. My breathing steadies out and I realize that my lungs are, indeed, working fine. They don't even hurt. My legs hurt a bit, but not so much that I need to stop or anything.

Disgustingly, about 5 minutes after I stop, I sweat like a glass of water in the sun. I mean, dripping, nasty, disgusting, soaks my clothes sweat. I have no idea why this happens AFTER I finish. But it does.

I'm going to try and push to a 5K at least once this week. A friend wants me to run a 10 K in November and there is NO WAY that I could do that right now, but that's a month and a bit away and another 40 days into the 90 Days of Madness.

So, we'll see...

My right ankle is killing me at the moment. Epsom salt bath in my immediate future.