T Minus 10 Pounds

Once upon a time, I was a girl who could comfortably run 8 miles straight. No cramping legs. No labored breathing. No needles in my chest. I was in the best shape of my life and feeling good. I sported some truly rockin' legs if I do say so myself and mercifully saddlebag-free thighs.

Sadly those days are long gone, my friends.

Now my chunky-monkey self is 10 pounds heavier and significantly more squishy, jiggly & cumbersome. Right now the word bikini strikes fear into my heart and kick starts a mild panic attack. Week-ends lounging at Barton Creek seem more torturous than relaxing at the moment. This is no way to start the summer... No, with chipmunk cheeks and a spare tire around my middle bits, I think it's high time I kick my butt into gear.

Here's the deal: When I lose those 10 pounds, I'm treating myself to a mini-shopping spree. So as of today, I'm on a complete shopping hiatus until those 10 are gone. And for accountability, I'm going to blog about my efforts. Extremely dull, I know, but I'm desperate...

Wednesday night I went for my first jog in a long time. According to my Garmin Forerunner, I lasted a total 4.05 miles. But in the interests of full disclosure, I walked 0.46 of those. So I actually jogged for about 3.5 miles at an average pace of 9 minutes, 30 seconds per mile, which is encouraging! That's much better than I thought I could do. I'm going to try to make it out tonight too. Wish me luck and determination...