One of those days. You know, those days when I feel entitled.
Since my half marathon is in 2 weeks, today was to be a very long run followed by starting to cut back in order to have a strong and rested body and hopefully have a great time. But apparently mother nature had a different game plan. I woke up and it was 38 degrees. And pouring rain. And incredibly windy. Sigh...
I managed just 13 on the treadmill, so I got some miles in, but not in "real world" conditions. Which meant that I felt sorry for myself. So when Marc and I later went to the mall and I started craving something sweet? Well I am entitled to endulge, right?
I find myself asking questions like this lately. I didn't lose 225 pounds by allowing myself to entitlements. So what makes me think that I can get away with it now? On the other hand, haven't I earned some measure of leeway?
Well, that's partially what this "experiment" I've been engaging in is about. But when the scale tomorrow continues the upward trend?