Perfect weather (o.k, it hurts to say this because I LOVE hot, but it may, just may have been a wee bit too hot) friends, family, frisbee, no bad life decisions, lots of sleep, a solid 5k run, a visa card debit to sign up for a marathon running club (whoa), a fancy dinner with some of my favourite people, horses, horses and then some mores horses, SATC movie (which did not sign, seal or deliver) and a midnight walk through the city = A long weekend that was just what the doctor ordered (‘doctor’ being me).
BUT, in more important news…
I dreamed about being skinny this weekend, which made my heart pleased as the past few weeks I had slightly given up on myself and had stopped lying in bed and wishing, hoping, dreaming or imagining myself being skinny. Dreaming of being skinny pleased me to no end, as it meant I may, just may, still have the drive in me to lose the last 40 pounds and cross the marathon finish line on 10.10.2010.
It felt good to know I still desired being skinny strong enough to dream it, because as corny (oh God) as this sounds, if you can dream it, you can do it.
I also had a couple of, ‘omigod I am so fat' moments this weekend, which again slightly pleased me as, “'omigod I am so fat' moments always turn into motivation moments, which this weekend was found in a 5k run and me signing up for a marathon running club (eeeek!!!!).
I realize I still have….
• 42.2 kilometers and,
• 40 pounds
And I want to write, “i can do it,” but know that’s stupid as I honestly don’t know If I can, but this past weekend I reminded myself that I want to, which is a hell of a lot better than last week, when moments of deleting 125, and just letting good enough, be good enough take over my life.
I now know I don’t want to be ‘good enough,’ I want to be spectacular, which is exactly what I plan on being.
Dear Summer 2010, you’ve been warned, I am here to conquer. Love E.