Life has been a bit of an emotional rollercoaster the past couple of weeks in terms of my weight, fitness, and general well being. As you know, I had a very bleak, black day thinking about my hairloss. Then I rebounded and felt awesome. Jumping on the scale to weigh myself for The Tomorrow Project, it appeared that I had packed on three pounds in three weeks and I was feeling blue once again. However, when they weighed me at my project appointment, I hadn't gained any weight and felt awesome once more. That night, Mom mentioned that my face looked chubbier than it had last year - not to be mean, but because she cares - and surprisingly, I didn't sink into the black depths of a depression. Sure I was upset but I knew she was right; I also realized that I was making positive changes in my life and was going to get healthier.
My boss was also surprised to learn that I don't walk up the hill to the office each morning. It made me feel extremely guilty. Last year I had tried walk up the hill 2 - 3 times a week but I haven't done that in months, hitching a ride with a friend or taking the bus. This week though? I've walked up the hill twice and felt cheated of a great uphill walk when I had to take the bus on Friday.
I've fallen in love with my treadmill again and even managed a 5K walk yesterday. I haven't done that in months. I felt a bit sad when I finished, remembering when pumping out three 5K walks on the treadmill in a week was the norm. However, with only a month until the CIBC Run for the Cure (there's still time to donate/sponsor me and be entered to win a pair of homemade mittens), there'll be more of these types of "training" walks in my future once more.
Oh, and by the way, I'm currently wearing wool socks and a sweatshirt. Yeah baby, Fall is slowly returning! I'm in heaven.