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.

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