Ghosts of efforts past...

...There it loomed.  Hiding in the corner.  Taunting me with its silence.   My vacuum cleaner?  Nooooo.  The toilet bowl brush?  Euw ~I mean nooooo.  It was my treadmill.  Patiently waiting... and waiting ... and waiting.  Well, today I approached my old friend with downcast eyes and humility in my heart.  And you know what?  I was welcomed back as if I were never gone.  "Hop on up!  Let's go, we have some miles to trudge today!"  So after work today I dusted off my sneakers and there I was, alternating 90 seconds of walking with 60 seconds of running for a half hour.  

I was grumpy when I got home.  No particular reason, though I may have been subconsciously planning to bail on the treadmill and was already feeling disappointment with myself.  But surprise, surprise, I didn't bail.  And I got'ta tell ya, I feel pretty damned great about it.  I'm lovin' me my endorphins right now.  I even felt a drop of sweat trace down my face as I was cooling down.  Hello another old friend!

My 3rd visit with the nutritionist was earlier this week and the only thing that I brought to the table was an extra pound.  I'd like to believe it was all in my clothes and... well... yeah, that's it.  I'd like to believe it, that's all.  :-)  I'm not stressing about it because I still have a happy glow from my treadmill experience earlier tonight. 

The past two weeks I've resurrected my WW food journal and have been keeping diligent track of my points.  Truly, my downfall is evenings after dinner.  I want to snack. I want dessert.  I want my Nutella concoctions and salted chocolate and Skinny Cows.  I've been keeping within my allowed points, but it's very obvious to me that my late night snacking is my weak link here.  Or it may just be another demonstration of my raging sugar addiction.  Oof.

I took some pictures over the last couple weeks of several extra yummy meals.  I'll post them next time, for the sake of publishing this blog entry tonight.  So, on that note, it's time to publish and call it a night.  I'm tired.  It's almost like I exercised or sumthin'.