Somehow that is my default for a problem I don't like the answer to. Wishful thinking that is. I didn't completely just do wishful thinking, but it seems like I could have figured this out sooner.
After I returned from Italy in 2008 I signed up for an extra Pilates class every week. I have done it every freaking week except when traveling and one time I forgot to sign up since November 2008. When I first started--after a couple of months--I really noticed an improvement in my figure, plus I was able to do more complicated Pilates stuff because I was doing it twice a week. So that was good. At the same time I tried not to eat as much and to be more sensible. It is easier to go to Pilates!
Then there was the period of unrelenting hot flashes and I probably slipped back into my old eating habits then and forgot, once I got the hot flashes controlled, that I was supposed to be sensible about what I ate. That is how I got the extra five pounds. Which as we all know, aren't that easy to get rid of any time, and even more difficult in midlife.
On August 5 I laced up my gym shoes and hit the streets. I mentally mapped out a route and started running. On August 5 I ran 3 miles. On August 7 I ran 3.5 miles (I think, I've got to really sit down and figure that out). And I'm running about 3.5 miles twice a week. The weird part is, I'm enjoying it. Well not the running uphill part or the leaving the house at 7:30 part, but I am liking the running. I don't recall enjoying the running when I ran before.
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