Weigh-in Day

I have no idea what number I'm on since I stopped counting months ago. Probably 60 or 70 something. Anyhoo...

I was so scared to step on the scale this morning. I was certain I had gained weight and was afraid of gaining enough to see the dreaded 200 flash upon my scale. I imagined myself spending the day curled up in a ball crying over my abysmal failure. Instead I was surprised to see that I'd lost 2 pounds! I'm really in disbelief, so I'm finding myself with a reserved excitement over it. That Zumba/Dance party must have burned literally a ka-jillion calories. I've certainly been sore enough.

This morning I got up and went running. I rolled my ankle on Friday, it didn't start bothering me until I wore heals to church yesterday. So I walked extra long in the beginning to ensure I was good and warmed up. It was buggin' for the first few blocks, but I took care to ensure my form was correct and paid close attention to how it was feeling. The discomfort disappeared, and all in all it was a good run. Not long. Just shy of 3 miles if you include all the walking. My ankle feels it now though.

So, now for the nutrition portion of fitness. Yesterday was horrible, lets see if I can do better today...