I took the first step...

So today I went running for the first time in four and a half months b/c I called my doc and he cleared me to go for it. I've been bumming about my post-surgery in-the-middle-of craziness weight gain while all of my friends are their most svelte selves. So, I've decided to try and lose 5 pounds by Christmas. I'm not one to diet, or really care THAT much, but something's gotta give. Especially since I found out today that I cannot wear 1/2 of my wardrobe to work anymore... but that's a different story not to be shared on the Internet...

So, I went running-- back to that-- it was awful! Good god I know why people who don't run hate it. It was so hard. By about 1/2 a mile my left calf muscle turned into a 5 pound ball and my feet went to lead. I'm serious, I must have looked like I was trying to hobble-run (a new trend I'm starting) down Dollison street between Seminole and Cherokee. Around a mile into it I gave in and stopped. I ran a few more times after that, only to stop 50 feet later, then start up again, etc. Geeze. On top of it all I usually get sore the day AFTER a tough workout, but I have been sore all night.

The rest of my day was pretty crummy. Lots of embarrassing events one right after another. I am being humbled each day by my lack of ability to keep up with myself. I sorta want to stare up into heaven and say to God, "OK, OK! I'm done with growing! Put me back to my I-can-handle-everything-myself-thank-you self!"

Oh, but I won't give up. Tomorrow is a new day (VOTING DAY!) and I have five pounds to lose...