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[felicula]

I wonder what it is that is so dramatically different between jogging in my apartment and jogging outdoors. Indoors, I can do ten minutes all at once. Outside I can barely make it to two minutes before my drive peters out. Perhaps the floor of my apartment is really that bouncy and makes up for my lack of decent running shoes. Maybe the music is a much greater motivator for me than I thought. Maybe going back and forth in a confined space gives my psyche the illusion that there's always only a little bit further to go. Perhaps the slow-down necessary to turn is enough of a rest to sustain me.

Whatever it is, I failed miserably at getting in a solid outdoor run today. I made up for it by going on a hefty walk. I wish the sun had been out for it, but it certainly felt good to get out rather than go back and forth in the apartment. I think working on outdoor running should probably wait until the paths in the park are clear of snow. I doubt that worrying about slipping will help me train myself up.

I get so spoiled by my Mom's cooking. I figure that while I'm there, it's OK to have serving-size portions of whatever she makes. Some of her cooking is so rich, though. I really should make a greater effort to stay within a decent calorie range while I'm there.

Since I so often post about the good times, weight wise, I figure I ought to post this too. It's not all sunshine and roses. Setbacks happen. Good thing there's tomorrow. And the day after that... And...

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[blackfelicula.livejournal.com]

That makes sense. I drool over the idea of getting an ipod at some point, but I think finding clothes that fit my shrunken self comes first.