That may be two too many exclamation points for some of you, but oh, well. Deal.
Week Two of the sunny southern eating plan was not quite as disciplined as Week One, and I still lost weight. I can’t even offer up any statistics for this week because I – gasp! – didn’t record a single bite eaten or step run.
Two more pounds gone, though, making a total of five in two weeks.
For both of you who are reading my drivel these days, that’s almost a miracle. For, oh, about the last seven years I’ve been able to reach a peak weight loss of half a pound a week. For a week or two. (Okay, that’s stretching it, but you get my drift. I’m not very good at losing weight.)
So I think I’ll keep doing this lean meat/chicken/vegetable thing for a while. You know, as an experiment. Just to see what happens. And when. Heh.
I’d really hoped to begin marathon training this coming Sunday. Something about the first day of the month really gets me jazzed about new training regimens. I am thisclose to being able to run three continuous miles outdoors; I can do it on the treadmill, but even slight slopes are challenging for me to ascend.
I’m slow, but that’s to be expected since I haven’t trained for anything since last fall. And the whole process of training is supposed to make one faster, right?
I did, however, impress myself (it doesn’t take much) this morning by clocking three continuous miles (out of a total of 4.25) in 34:34. I don’t think I’ve been able to crack a 12-minute mile in a year. (Remember: I’m old.)
And to wrap this whole thing up, I finished a little knitting project yesterday. I’ll try to put a photo up tomorrow. And I started the first of three little sweaters for the triplets; they will be Christmas gifts.