I suppose it must be a bit wonky for everyone who's getting back to the daily grind after Thanksgiving. Although, it must be the one week of the year that retail people are glad it's Monday and not Friday.
I found the best new thing for my whole Be Less Out of Shape thing that I'm trying to do. MapMyRun.com
. Basically it uses Google Maps to help you see a route to run (or walk in my case, mostly) and tells you how far it is.
I didn't realize that I'd actually been doing a smidge over two and a half miles every morning. I thought I was barely up to a mile. My ability to judge distances is completely shot.
I feel proud of this, but I also sort of want to keep it under my hat. Because last time I went home and was proud of myself for doing a mile every morning when I'd just started this whole exercising gig, my sister's immediate response was, "You need to do two miles".
In her defense, she's got a degree in Physical Therapy and does exercise for a living right now, so she probably was
right, but it's a little disheartening to find out that what you thought was a big accomplishment actually isn't.
So I'm sort of afraid that if I dare to say how proud I am that I get up at 6:40am and drag my butt out of the house to go walking/jogging two and a half miles, my sister will then say, "You need to do five miles".
I also discovered that if I take the long way to the grocery store nearest my house, I can do a mile easy.
I'll make no secret of the fact that it would be really
nice to go home to Florida and be a few pounds slimmer, especially since the scale is sort of scaring me. It says that I've put on around six pounds, which is completely terrifying.
I keep telling myself that it's just because I was off my meds for a month and my hormones got wacky and caused weight gain, and that now that I'm on my meds and I'm being a good girl after a fantastically decadent Thanksgiving, I'll be okay.