Too Blessed to be Stressed

What a day, what a day, what a day! I had a doctor's appointment this morning. I'm doing well, keep up the weight loss, reduced dosage on one of my meds (yippee!), see you in four months instead of three (yippee!). I shared my 5k goal. She was impressed and said it's ambitious. I left her office with the Compliant Patient of the Month Award. Well, see what my blood work looks like in a couple of days.

Today's walk was the most challenging so far. 24 minutes. It was cold. I really didn't eat right today. For breakfast I had oatmeal and grapes. For lunch I had popcorn and a Full Throttle. I just have a ton of things on my mind. Excuses, excuses, excuses. It really doesn't matter what's going on. I need to take care of myself. I will take care of myself. How many times do I have to say this??? I'm annoyed that I'm annoyed. Lol! No matter what, I am determined to stick with my training plan. Period.

So, I went out about 6:00 pm. I walked farther than I've ever walked. Again, my mind started playing tricks on me. I felt like I was walking too far. Even though I set my timer to go off at the halfway mark, I looked at it to make sure it was working. This is when I started to falter. My legs started getting heavy, my back a little stiff, my face cold, my nose started running, and my breathing was erratic. I was doing fine until then. I focused on my feet, started swinging my arms, and listened to the lyrics blasting from my headphones--Justin Timberlake's Sexy Back. There you go, Sheila! I got my breathing under control and finished my walk triumph. I'm so proud of myself! I came in the house and did a little victory dance.