Shiney Nugget Gems

So, it's 1:36AM. Where do I begin?  Probs by yawning.  Definitely.

Right after my earlier post, I ate lunch, put my running gear on, and headed out to a few stores.  I needed more veggies for this cleanse and some other random things.  I actually managed to find every weird thing on my list AND get all my Mother's Day cards squared away. With a gift card. Yasss.

One very important purchase was this little number inspired by Pinterest and doubly inspired by my friend Karen who is also pushing to better her health, including losing a few pounds.  I call them my "Nurture Happiness" jars.  Because that's what I'm doing.  I'm nurturing the happiness of which I have deprived myself by not leading a healthful existence.  Ya dig?  Plus, I had scrapbook stickers that had nice words on them.  Gotta use that shit so I have an excuse to buy more later.

Each little marble thingy represents one half of a pound.  The "nurture" jar displays all the pounds of which I am working to rid my beautiful body (248 little bastards).  The "happiness" jar contains the little nuggets I've already lost (12 pretty little gems).  They sit atop my refrigerator as a deterrent threat reminder to make healthy choices.  I somehow managed to have two marbles left, so I gave them to Juniper.  (I dropped one when I opened the packages, and Juniper loved pushing it around the floor.  Even Shuffles got in on the action for a little while.  Glorious.  And here I thought I'd buy her a new string-and-feather-on-a-stick toy for her upcoming birthday.)

Anyway.  This, and earbuds, were my favorite purchases of the day.  Sorry, frozen green beans.  

I like my jars.  As much as they show me how much more I have to go, the tangibility of it makes it feel more doable.  I hope tangibility is a word. 

 

Thank you, Google.

I would celebrate, but I'm disappointed in myself for having to look that up... and also for having to look up how to take a screen shot on a Mac.  Blerg.  Moving on.

When I got back home, I worked a little on my "wellness plan".  Sean helped me think of rewards--somehow the only part of all of this that I was not able to flesh out on my own.  Soup-rise.  Soup-rise..  

I also made some roasted chick peas with lemon/pepper Mrs. Dash.  They were AWESOME.  Naturally, Sean stole 90% of them to take with him for work.. leaving me with none.  Just kidding.  I begged him to take half so I wouldn't eat them all.  The truth is.. we were literally sitting and giggling together over how tasty they were. We could accomplish nothing, not even speech, until the bowl was empty.  Really.  That really happened.  #foodlovers #thatexplainseverything

When Sean left for work, I headed to Lackawanna State Park to try out the terrain.  I took advice from some of my runner friends with regard to running in the rain.  Left the glasses in the car.  Wore tighter-fitting clothes.  Did not wear white.  Put on a badass playlist.  Imagined I was a badass for a sec.  LOVED IT.  Truly.  I'd rather run in the rain than the sun ANY DAY.  I did find that I only pushed myself as hard as I would have in the sun..and at the end, I felt like I could have just kept on going.  As much as I feel miserable at the time, I'd much prefer to feel pretty close to dead at the end.  I just want to know I pushed myself as hard as possible.

That said, I'm consciously not going to run tomorrow.  I have some apps I want to try out for my buns, legs, abs, and upper body, so I'm going to give them a go.

I don't feel respectable calling myself a "runner" on this day two of my journey.  But.  For the first time EVER.  I may be okay with that label in the future.  Who knows.  We'll have to wait and see.  I attribute it to the rain.  Running in the rain makes you hardXcore to the max.  Duh.  It also makes you appreciate heated seats in your car. 

This is me at the halfway mark.  Giving a thumbs up.  And trying to keep the rain out of my eyes.

I know.  You're totally turned on right now.  It's the sultry pucker in my brow.

Oh, a few notes.  I need running socks.  My regular socks hurt today.  So, I looked it up.  And cotton socks = blisters.  No bueno.  Allegedly.  Also, I need to double knot my laces.  Obvi.  Why didn't I think of the consequences of a single knot each and every time (seven) I retied a shoe today?

When I got home, I sat in my car for nine million years, because it was so toasty warm.  When I got inside, I got a phone call and then accomplished nothing else.  

Which brings me to my blog.

ALL DAY I've wanted to lay out my plans for the future.  Share the struggles of my past.  Delve into my post-Advocare meal plan.  List the tools I'm using/plan to use on my journey.  Explain my decisions on when to weigh in and what to keep track of.  Elude to the fact that I have pictures of me in my undies hyperlinked to a spreadsheet for comparison purposes.  Tell you all about the things I will reward myself with.  Drool over the idea of Onederland. And feebly attempt to illustrate the profound sense of motivation provided by this image:

But now it's 2:30AM.  And I'm tired.  Dog tired.

(Holy cliffhanger.  #amiright)