6 miles
The day before yesterday I ran 6 miles (without stopping) in the park and it took me an hour. I think that's pretty good- it is definately the longest I have ever ran. I was proud of myself and not even a little bit winded when I got home. Then yesterday I walked 3 miles as fast as I could and I was practically out of breath when I got home- this took me about 50 minutes. I must need to change my workouts a little more.
Finally I think my love handles are starting to get smaller- they are something my sister and I have been blessed with- we can be thin everywhere but we will always - ALWAYS have the dreaded muffin top in the back (unless we wear jeans we can hike up slightly below the bra line.) and a nice little roll in the front. The only thing we can do since we know it is there to stay, is to try to make it go incognito by decreasing it's size as much as possible.
So my point of this whole thing is that I am starting to see results slowly- I guess that is the best way. That means the reverse effects will happen slowly too and hopefully I will be able to prevent them instead of all of the sudden being back to square one after a bad weekend.
And maybe I need to have a new fitness goal instead of weight goal. I am a very competitive person, even if I am competing only with myself. My last goal was to run 5 miles without stopping and more importnatly without dying, wich I thought was a good possiblity. And I did that, don't get me wrong I am really proud of myself but I also know I can do better, so need a new challenge. Hmmmmm.... I'll have to think about it.