123.4
That's the number that greeted me this morning. It's funny how relative things are. That number really would have upset me a while ago, but today it was a sight for sore eyes.
Moreso then just the number (although I won’t lie, the number was important) it’s concrete proof in my mind that what I’ve been doing has not been in vain.
The battle continues, but I've been reasonably happy with myself this week. I've been eating well and it hasn't been a fight - I've actually felt good about eating right.
I am still frustrated with running. I went out and ran today and everything hurts. My Achilles on one side and what might be piriformis on the other as well as a touch of planters fasciitis! For fuck's sake! Ironically the only thing that doesn't bother me is what everyone worries about - my knees!
In other news, we got a new rooster today! Hopefully he won't turn into an asshole like Tony!
Glad the scale number is going in the right direction. Sorry about Tony. You did give him every chance...
ReplyDeleteWhen you can't trust an animal, that's it. It really is sad, but hopefully our new boy will work out well!!!
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