Fast. Run.
Today, I decided to fast. While it's not fasting in the literal sense (as I had an apple for dinner), I consumed no more than 200 calories today (including wine and green tea with honey). Tomorrow, I'm going to resume eating healthy meals, but keeping it under 1,200 calories. Depending on my weight tomorrow, I'm tempted to fast again on Friday. I think that's bordering unhealthy, though.

I don't get what my deal is. When I dedicate myself to fasting, I can do it with no problem. There are the hunger pangs here and there, but nothing unbearable. Yet, when I eat normally throughout the day, I struggle with restraining myself in regards to portions, or abstaining from sweets. Even more, abstaining from the urge to bake.

Anyway, in positive, non-starving news, Melissa and I went running tonight. I felt bad because I felt like I held her back by walking after maybe a mile. Talking and running is hard, for the record. Anyway, it felt so good to feel accountable, make time for exercise and DO IT.

I think training for races will only heighten the feelings of accomplishment.

So that's my day. I lost about four pounds today alone. We'll see what the scale says tomorrow.

Keep Holdin' On
Still holding on. The stress is still there...this and next week are going to be brutal. But I've been controlling the eating.

Kevin inspired me to find a body and Photoshop my head onto it. I think I will likely resemble Gina Carano when I finally hit my goal weight. So that's the bod I picked.

Yesterday...

I hit most of my goals yesterday. Ten lunges in, I realized I was going to follow up with sprints. It didn't seem like the best decision to finish my lunges if I wanted to walk today. So here's what I did:

Pushups: 3 sets, 10 reps.
Situps: 4 sets, 25 reps.
Lunges: 1 set, 10 sets each leg.
Sprints: 10 sets. 1 set = 0:30 sprint @ 9.8mph, 1:30 rest.

Eating was about 87.3% clean.

(Percentage obtained via Miya Butt.)

Got crap to do. I'm out.

A Step at a Time
Yesterday was a bad day diet-wise, good day activity-wise. While I ran/walked in the morning, then ran some routes and threw the football for about an hour at lunch, I still ate horribly. I think it's more habitual than anything else. I've let myself slip into "I don't care" mode and my diet is suffering significantly as a result.

I'm going to try focusing on a day at at time. A decision at a time.

My goals today:
1. No junk food.
2. Sprints, 30 pushups, 100 situps and 30 lunges

Breakfast: Fiber One cereal with 1/2% milk
Lunch: Salad of some sort
Dinner: Chicken pot pie (homemade with super-healthy ingredients)
Evening snack: green tea with honey and/or whole wheat toast

It's nothing lofty. I've just got to make good decisions today.

Outnumbered
I know it's been awhile, and I apologize. Truth is, I don't have anything good to blog about and really can't deal with criticism right now. Does that make me weak? Probably.

I feel like I'm a small army fighting several different armies...at the same time.

And I'm vastly outnumbered.

If I were just fighting the battle of weight and normal "everyday" stresses, then I would have absolutely no reason to be complaining. I'd be expected to just suck it up and shutup. I'm a strong army and I usually win the single battles. But I'm fighting so many battles right now that I can't justify spending my time and energy on weight loss.

I'm going to try, though.

I'm going to take small steps. Eat better, though not perfect. Devote half an hour each day to exercise. Be more active in general.

I've slipped. I can see it every time I look in the mirror. I can feel it every time I get dressed. And it depresses the crap out of me.

Anyway, I don't know how often I'm going to be able to blog. And I feel horrible because I haven't had time (nor will I be able to spend the time I'd like) to visit everyone's blogs. I'll try, though.

Ok, enough blogging, more exercising.