Gone Baby, Gone.

I lost it. I was doing great until 1 month ago. My knee was starting to hurt a lot, not only during runs, but even while I was sitting on the couch doing nothing. From the minute I woke up, until I went to bed. I refused to stop, since I worked soooo hard training for my race. It was a month away I couldn't give up... so the last time I ran I was feeling good. I loaded up on alieve and smelled like a gaint tube of toothpate from all the bengay I put on my legs to numb them. At mile 7 my running partner stopped and said he just couldn't do it any longer. So I said that was fine-- (I quit early the run before)...but we always stick together, and the car was still 3 miles away so we started walking back to the car. My legs progressively started hurting worse  and by the time I got back to the car I could hardly walk. And that was the last time I worked out.

Isn't it funny though, that when you gain weight and stop working out... and see the numbers on the scale getting higher and higher it makes you want to just not work out at all, and say to hell with it and order a large pizza and eat it by yourself because it's "pointless." That doesn't make any sense, but it is true. I have no motivation to go to the gym. I did go and re-new my YMCA membership, but that was 2 weeks ago and have not been back to actually work out. The longer I wait the harder it is. Plus I crave fast food for every meal.

Next week we are going on a road trip-- hello pringles and twizzlers! and staying at my grammas... Hello ham and cheesy potatoes. I'm not worried about it- but looking forward to it. I have to get out of this rutt. before I know it I will have packed on the pounds, and obviously have no one to blame but myself.