I…am not posting pictures of most of what I ate today. The “must have salt and sweet and carbs” PMS monster took over. I put a huge dent in a bag of community pita chips at work. There was a mid-afternoon Tootsie Pop. It wasn’t pretty.
After work was better. I decided, in the spirit of “To run faster, you have to run faster” to, well, run fast. Two miles, fast. 17:36. Average pace? 8:48! I felt incredible. It was hard, but not awful. I just KNOW I can check off my goal of a 26:59 5K this year sometime. I can feel it!
Unfortunately, it feels like this.
Blisters. Again. On Monday, my feet were pristine—I got a pedicure the morning of the wedding, and God bless that Lisa, she took a cheese grater to them and they looked almost normal, save for the black toenail.
On my way home, I was counting the minutes until I could walk in the door and rip my shoes off. I literally felt like my feet were being squeezed, HARD. I don’t feel like my shoes are too small lengthwise, per se—but I feel almost like they’re too small from top to bottom, if that makes sense. I think the orthotics take up a lot of room in the shoe and my foot feels kind of compressed. Sigh. As soon as I can, I’m paying a visit to the running store. Again. Ugh.
There’s nothing like it when you’re feeling gross. Obviously, this was totally healthy, because it was Annie’s mac n’ cheese and a whole wheat bun. Right?
One more work day until the honeymoon! I’m dying here. So. Excited.
Administrative note: Once I get our CD of professional pictures, I’m going to do full recaps of the wedding day! Our photographer said we’d have them within a month of the wedding.
What foods do you lack self-control around? For me, it’s chips of any kind—I’ll take a handful here and there until they’re gone, which is why I don’t buy them! But when they show up at work…watch out.