6 miles

6 miles is what I ran today. Well, 6.2 to be exact. I'm not sure I ever thought I would be able to do it. And the weird thing is that I felt great! I thought for sure that I would be dying at the end, but I felt like I could keep going. I guess that's what happens when you take charge and finally make health and fitness a priority. I just looked back at my last post since I haven't written in quite awhile. While I might not ever be a size 6 (or smaller), maybe I could be an 8!

I've noticed lately my clothes feeling really loose. Even my watch is falling off of me. It's nice to have things be too big. Another foreign concept to me, since I'm always on the flip side.

I'm not sure that I have much to write about, which is crazy since I've been silent for almost a month. I haven't had many bad thoughts lately and have been generally pretty happy. I canceled my psychiatrist appointment on 8/6. I can't really tell you why, but I've been feeling in control and like I don't need to go. If that changes, I won't hesitate to make an appointment.

Things at home have been going well. Logan is still the sweetest little buddy, although we have had a few bumps with his behavior. Good thing it's perfectly normal for him to be testing us right now. Apparently the terrible 2's start now! He generally is very happy though.

John and I have been good to each other too, which makes things a lot easier. I know he was proud of me today- he tells me all the time how proud he is when we run. I think he takes pride in knowing that he married a strong and determined woman. It's also fun that we have running as something we can always do together. We don't have a ton of hobbies/interests in common, but we both know we can always come back to a run to enjoy time together. I'm really excited for next weekend since we're going to see Wicked in D.C. I've heard great things about the show (I saw it in NY on broadway, but it was in college when I had mono and could barely keep my eyes open), so I'm really looking forward to it. My friend Jess is going to come to be with Logan while we go, and then we'll come back and take her to dinner.

Weight Watchers is going well- I'm officially down 70 pounds from when I went in to have Logan (26 since starting WW.) I can't even believe I was 70 pounds heavier. I still have 12 pounds until I hit goal, but I'm feeling more confident about getting there. The end is in sight. I just have to keep pushing through. If I keep running as much as I have been, I should be there in no time.

6.2 MILES. Good lord. Next goal is 10 miles, but it doesn't look like there is a race that length until March. At least we can do a couple 8K/10K's in the next couple months. We'll just really have to stay active over the winter so that we're ready for 10 miles. If I can do that, I know I can do anything. I'm already starting to believe I can take on anything that comes my way. It's really empowering. Starting to hear the words in my head that I will do it and I will make it is the most beautiful song my heart can sing right now.