Finally

Finally my scale has started to head back in the right direction. Three days in a row the scale read a pound lower than the previous day. Thank God. Negative Nelly was getting the better of me. I've worked hard to loose the weight and I've got 20lbs more to go.

Last week, I looked back at pictures of me from a year ago. Those size 14 pants were tight. Since then I've run six 5k's, trained for and run a half-marathon, am training for another half and spent countless hours playing with crazy maniac girls to loose 35lbs.

I know that it's normal to have setbacks but I'm very hard on myself. I've never been able to give myself slack for mistakes. But the weight isn't going to come off with negative thinking and berating myself. Hard work and eating right, that's all there is.

As of yesterday, I have six weeks until my race. I'm not nervous, at all. In fact, I'm exited. Saturday, Rachel (a girl I met thru Team In Training) and I ran 11mi. It was some of the best running I've done in along time. On a regular basis, I'm amazed that I run long distances. If you knew how unathletic and uncoordinated I am, you'd be surprised too. Except that most of you are runners too and you know that anyone can do this. Anyone. All it takes is determination.