I haven't run since Sunday. If I don't do it in the morning, it just ain't gettin' done. Jeez. Can't a mom carve out 45 minutes to herself after 7 am?! Not this week, not this mom.
This morning I was up at 5:30 am, out the door at 6:00. I did 3.15 miles in 41:38. Avg pace 13:17 min/mile. The first mile I walked for almost 6 minutes to warm up; my second mile was in the 12:30 range. I was shooting for another negative split on mile 3, and I was close, but it was 12:42. Oh well. I am still happy with the workout, especially considering the air was like pea soup.
My pace a few weeks ago was in the 14 min/mile range. I am getting faster and stronger.
I ate well yesterday, stayed at 1360 calories, and had no binging issues and no cravings. I thought all afternoon about what I would do for the "afters." Turns out, just thinking it through (at least yesterday) and realizing it was an issue really helped. I kept busy with household chores, got the kids in bed at 9, and then got in bed at 9:30 myself. I was asleep sometime after 10 pm, and slept all night.
I didn't weigh this morning because I didn't want the number on the scale to bring me down if it wasn't what I wanted to see. I also don't want to pin my happiness on "oh look! I'm down a pound." I need to weigh regularly for the feedback to know if what I'm doing is working; I do not need the scale to determine my self worth.
I am not yet disconnected enough from the scale for it to not have that power over me. Maybe someday, but not yet.