It’s sooooo cold!
I’ve been back from my 2nd run of Week 7 (another 25 minuter) for about a hour, and I am still freezing. I have actually resorted to doing a Kenny…
Can you get frostbite of the thigh?
The run, aside from being freezing, wasn’t too bad. I think I managed to run a bit quicker again, though Garmin said differently. But then Garmin didn’t actually kick in until about 5 minutes into my run.
I’ve had some other successes today. My low feeling after bridesmaid dress internet hunting was resolved today, I found the same dress as my sister’s in another Coast store, and it’s being shipped to me tomorrow. Hurrah! I have a full (ish) compliment of dresses now.
I’m not feeling particularly hopeful for weighing in tomorrow. This week, I have been totally off the rails for food. I’ve been trying to think why. I suspect it’s a bit of brain type rebellion. I have lost for 10 consecutive weeks, and I think my Inner Tub is just railing against the boundaries a bit and trying to have a bit of a week off. That’s not too bad, and the intake hasn’t been too bingey so I’ve tried not to be too hard on myself and recognise that tomorrow morning will draw a line in the sand, and Tub will be back on track.