Me: -3 lbs
Julie: no show
Carrie: -2 lbs
I’m not declaring a winner for this week because it’s almost the final weigh in, and I’m lazy.
The end is near!
April 15th is officially the final weigh in for the 12 week challenge. I’ve got one week to lose five pounds and hit my goal of 20 for the challenge. I don’t know if I can do it, but I do know that it is not impossible. For this final week I am going to be cutting out all the extra calories that I waste on impulsive things like chocolate, and alcohol. ALSO, I bought new shoes finally. AND I believe that they may be just what I need to get myself back into exercising. I bought myself a lovely pair of Vibram five finger sneakers (pictured below). They’re ridiculous looking but they feel like being barefoot, which is perfect for me because I absolutely hate wearing shoes. They do not make my freak-foot issue act up, which means I will not be crying in the middle of exercising and limping home. Also, the separation of my toes will help to keep them aligned, which will help to keep the knuckles from cutting off the blood flow to two of my middle toes causing them to go numb, and albino white.
These are all wonderful things.
The last little bit of good news I have for today is that yesterday boyfriend/Royce and I went to the park that is (almost) literally right around the corner from my apartment to check it out. I’ve been meaning to see what the walking trail is all about since I moved into my apartment (almost a year ago). Better late than never. So it turns out that it’s a really nice park, and we ended up going back after dinner last night and walking the whole loop twice. I’m not quite sure if one loop around the whole place is a mile, I will figure that out this evening. I’ve made a deal with myself to get back there at least three nights this week, and today I brought a change of clothes and the new sneakers to work with me, because let’s face it, if I go home after work chances are that I will decide I’m too tired and lazy to change clothes and go back out. This is a fact.
Is it strange that my first impulse when I get onto a trail like that meant for exercising is to run wildly, arms flailing like a little kid, or like Phoebe from that episode of Friends when she’s running in the park with Rachel… So yeah, is that weird? I’m afraid I’d hurt myself doing that, or someone else…