Day 31

I did something I said I wouldn't do: I weighed myself. I can't tell I've lost any weight at all, but the scale doesn't lie. I've lost 20 pounds. I guess the mirror is the one doing the lying.

I stayed home today. The little guy was still coughing his head off. Me too, for that matter, but I think I just needed to rest. I passed out on the couch next to my LEGO Indiana Jones champion son and finally woke up at around 3:00pm. I still coughed up a storm on the treadmill, but I think I'll be better in a couple of days.

For some reason, maybe the weight loss, maybe my mood meds, I just have a good feeling about things right now. I know I'm going to reach my target weight and size, and I know that I'll be able to keep the weight off this time.

I remember how I felt about myself and life in general when I first got in shape. I believed I could accomplish anything. Maybe some of that belief is still alive.

Well, there's also that little realization I've slowly been coming to that I'd rather enjoy my life and have a good time with the ones I love than be miserable and drag them down all the time. Misery may love company, but it can wear out its welcome rather fast.

I watched Memento again today. It made for a good long walk. I was just shy of the 7 mile mark when the credits started to roll so I just kept on going until I hit it, then I slowed the pace for a pseudo CD until I hit the 2 hour mark. It felt really good.

Day 31: 7+ miles in 120 minutes, including CD.

Mirror, mirror on the wall, be gentle. The truth hurts.