My holiday from the scale continues. I'm no longer scared about the number, I'd just rather concentrate on behaviors for now. What sorts of behaviors?
Not eating at night, gallivanting about on my bicycle, drinking water, planning meals, preventing running injuries, painting fingernails...
I've felt wonderful this week. My skin is glowing, my jeans fit better, my digestive system is happy to be waking up hungry, my metabolism is back, my stomach feels flatter, my legs feel stronger.
The one black spot has been some recurring shin splints. The race is tomorrow, and though I have a plan, and a playlist, and lots of carbs on the counter for breakfast, I am worried that my legs are going to fail me. My running has been on-again, off-again for the past two weeks, and I think that only with two ibuprofens and a lot of luck am I going to be able to run tomorrow. Up until I picked up my race package this afternoon (thinking I might as well claim my free t-shirt), I wasn't even planning to show up. My plans have changed. I have come a long way this year. Even though I won't be able to run the entire course without walking breaks, and even though I may have to walk the last section if my shins start to act up, I am determined to prove to myself what I can do.
I'll post a report tomorrow night. Wish me all the luck you can muster.
(Goals for the upcoming week? To run a couple of short distances, concentrating on my form. To bike every day to make the hills easy again. To climb 75 flights of stairs at least once. To use the dumbbells twice.)