Progress makes perfect.

I went out jogging twice today. I was actually all antsy and wanted to go a second time. - Hey, who am I to argue with myself over actually wanting to exercise? Amirite? I pulled about 3.5 miles.

Well, I recorded my best average pace today, too. Still haven't beaten my best mile, but we'll get there. Just trying to get in the groove again. My legs and arms and abs are all killing me. I am trying my best to engage my arms and abs (consciously) when I walk/jog, so that I get an even better workout. Although, I probably look awfully awkward when doing it.

I just wish I could shed pounds easier. - Or that my metabolism would stop acting like a 38-year-old woman. - Keeping in shape has never been easy for me; it never will be.

My problem has never been eating too much, or eating unhealthily; I guess I'm just...not a size 0. I'll never be that thin. I think, a healthy and attractive size for my body type is like a size 6 or 7.

The last time I was that size I was eighteen (maybe nineteen). Cool, now I feel old.

Going to end this post before I get discouraged and go buy two tubs of ice cream...and go fat girl on myself.

D=

Getting back on track...

Tonight I was reminded why I stopped jogging outside.

Mosquitos.

Humidity.

Nike+ is a piece of crap.

(Oh, yeah! And sheer laziness and procrastination!)

But it was worth it. - Despite the mugginess, insect bites, and the ruination of my progression data. - It was worth it. It feels so great to jog: the preparation, the act, the aftermath (in optimistic theory). I missed it. I need to get my shit together [again]. I was on a roll and then I hit a wall - some massive garbage heap of doubt, hopelessness, and lethargy. And, let me tell you, running face first into that makes you never want to go back.

But we pick ourselves up. And we try, try again.

So, I did; and it felt great! Now, my trial is doing the same thing tomorrow (after I call up Nike and give them a whatfor).