Thirty-minute run today. I felt pretty good. I was on my way to pushing and then one of my worst nightmares happen -- one of my neighbor’s dogs started chasing me. This is a huge fear for me because when I was a child I ran from a dog. My uncle picked me up and he ended being bitten. Fortunately, this dog’s bark was bigger than her bite. I had to stop and wait for the dog to be retrieved. I ran an extra minute or two to make up for the delay but I wasn’t able to get an accurate assessment of my progression on distance. I’ll try again on Wednesday.
Now, I don’t feel like it’s getting any easy for me to run. I’m still pretty wiped out. Today while I was meditating I realize that I can’t expect to unto 30 years of sitting on the sofa with 30 minutes of running when I’ve only been doing it less than a month. I’ve made a lot a progress and I have to watch the internal, negative chatter.
I also went to my quarterly doctor’s appointment. I have a new doctor. Dr. G took some time off to deal with some family issues. Anyhow, I like her. She was able to test my A1c right in her office. It’s 6.0. I’ll find out the rest of my numbers in a week.
After my appointment, I dropped by a friend’s house and her husband immediately commented on my weight loss. I was a bit shocked because according to the scale I’ve only lost a pound. People have been making comments here and there. I’m not sure I see it.
I just need to stick to my food plan, continue exercising, and stay off the scale!