Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Jason and I were lucky enough to get a free treadmill a couple of weeks ago. A friend was moving and didn't need/want it so he gave it to us. Score! We set it up in our unfinished basement and I began using it to run on. It was nice, but I find that I have plenty of excuses not to use it. "It's hot in our house..." and "My ipod blocks the screen when I run"...blah blah blah. So last night I "pimped" out my space. I found a fan that I haven't used in years and hooked it up to the top of the treadmill, and got some awesome computer speakers and set up a stereo for me down there. It was enough to motivate me to run right then and there, blister or no blister. Now that's what I'm talking about...
I was feeling pretty proud of myself last night. I had mowed the lawn (also a nice calorie burn) and then ran/jogged/walked 2.75 miles. I figured I would see a nice move on the scale this morning. Or not. I weighed in at 165.4. I think this is one of the reasons I get so frustrated when trying to get in shape. When you do the right things and make the efforts, sometimes it just doesn't translate to the scale. That's why I need to remind myself that the measurements are the important things to watch, NOT the scale. In either case, I am not getting discouraged by the numbers. I will just work that much harder today!