Ring my Bell(bottoms)

I had a GREAT Easter weekend...just amazing, really: good food, time to do nothing, and a great date with my Naughty Dog and Lovebug. And yesterday I started week 3 of the C25K I'm doing for Alexia's challenge. 

I am finding that I like running a lot. Like, a lot. I don't dream about it anymore (usually when I actually run the dream stops recurring) but I can't get enough.  I believe that the image of my legs moving is a reminder that I am moving forward, purposefully, and that I should concentrate on each individual moment.  That means not looking too far ahead (ohmygodI'mcuttingmybreastsoff) or behind (itwouldhavebeenbetternottoknow)...but enjoying the newness of Spring, the revelation of life unfolding in the buds around me.  Sappy, no?

Well, it's Easter. Sue me.

bell bottoms, top, belt- anthro

Evidently my body likes running too.  After feeling a little frustrated at the state of my tummy  (never a trouble zone) the last week or so, I remembered that I tend to get a little tummy when weight drops off in other places. Some OLD pants confirmed (hint: ones I thought I'd have to toss) I am losing mad inches in de legs!! Now if only the scale would follow suit. 

I am trying something new with these jeans: until now I've stuck to dark washes with no whiskering.  But when this pair went on sale, I thought "why not?" Most of my other pants were too big by then anyway.  They are a light wash, tight through the thigh, with a flared leg.  Not sure how I like them yet, but I'm feeling adventurous, at least. 

jacket-banana republic

 Follow suit, scale! 

Thanks again for ALL of your support and encouragement. My MRI is later today, and I haven't really slept at all.  I am nervous but not nervous, both steely and resigned.  I wanted to get up and run some of this negative energy off (well...walk/run) but since I was awake at the time I usually rise for the morning, I figured I'd sleep in.

But you see how well that's working, haha!

xo,
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Miss Munch-too-much

 It's the end of another crazy week.  By the time you read this, I will have:

-completed 2 weeks of C25K; (When can I start calling myself a runner, lol?)
-had 7 nights of listening to both my dog and my husband snore;
-sat on 2 conference calls where I uttered not a single word; (I read blogs instead.)
-gotten a gig for the summer (yes! a grad student's dream!); and
-tripped in this outfit while getting on the bus. (People laughed.)

The last two jog/walks have been great! No more physical pain from running, unless you count the stitch I got in my side about halfway through.  Know what I did differently?

Um, I've been eating more. (Collective swear word here.) 

jeans- j brand; top- banana republic

I have been feeling a real urge to eat lately, and it seems like genuine hunger.  So I'm going with it. I lost another .6 (yay, blah-giddy, blah fucking blah) this week and am getting a wee bit tired of these slow, untidy numbers. I want to lose a pound already! Dropping my calories is out of the question, though. It literally feels as if something is gnawing at my insides. If it hinders my weight loss (which I'm sure it will) I will have to reevaluate...maybe do some carb shuffling to keep seeing movement on the scale.

belt- too big! ann taylor loft

I'm gearing up for the big MRI on Monday. Yikes. I wonder if contrast fluid makes you retain water? I know typical IVs (saline and glucose) do...another collective swear word here. Oh, fuck it. Shit.

Thanks to all of you who commented this week.  I appreciated Every. One. Truly.

Have a GREAT Passover/Easter weekend.  I am planning this week's date night, buying a ticket to Florida, and sorting some data into categories. All very random things, I know. What are your plans for the holiday?

xoxo,
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