Remember how I was going to start a serious plan on the treadmill? Well I have been kicking ass. My goal was 40 miles for the month, but somewhere along the line, I kicked it up from just walking on my treadmill at a 2.5 pace and trying to get my 40 miles in for the month, to doing intervals of inclines and short stints of running. I now step off the treadmill with about 7 buckets of sweat glistening my pretty little face.
My knees are hating me. I am hoping they just give in and let me do my thing, cause I do not want to quit.
So I've lost a bit of weight this month-nearly ten pounds in 9 days. I cut my calories down to 1000 a day. Not just 1000 random calories, but good ones. Lots of chicken and veggies and yams (I love yam fries almost as much as I used to love ice cream!!!). I'm feeling pretty good about it and am anxious to continue.
I'm sure that it's not noticeable yet to the public at large...but the other day I was on the treadmill, feeling good, sweating away, breathing heavy (some might call it a fast pant)...when I realize, I have to push my glasses up at least 20 times a minute. And then I realize---my head is shrinking!!! Some people lose weight and it comes off their thighs or waist. My weight loss was apparently directly from my head.
So I'm going at a slow jog, no longer thinking about how great I'm going to look, but now I am obsessing over my shrinking head and non-shrinking body. Push up glasses 20 more times. Continue downward spiral of thinking about my future miserable shape of a human body.
The next night, I am reliving this same drama. Push up glasses 20 more times, crank the treadmill up to 4.7 (for three minutes)...contemplate whether I can create some kind of thing to secure my glasses to my head. I'm considering whether I should get some kind of ski goggles to wear over them and if I can really run wearing ski goggles....In the meantime, I take my glasses off and bend the ends ever so gently so they curve more around my misshapen head.
Night three...head still shrinking...decide to start running with no glasses. Now I'm blind, but less annoyed. And as I'm running along, thinking about how this is a sign that I definitely need to get lasik eye surgery..........and it HITS ME!!!!!!
My head is not shrinking!!!!!!!!!!
My glasses are sliding down....because there is a bucket of sweat encased around my face!! I'm sweating EVERYWHERE and my glasses just can't get a grip. Breathe a sigh of relief that I am not going to be the opposite of a bobble head. Continue running (for 3 more minutes). Happiness prevails. My journey continues.....
And for those of you keeping track, I have gone 35.97 miles in 13 days (according to my treadmill's brain, I have burned 4476 calories). I'm not too worried about reaching my goal at this point. I have 13 days left - it's slightly possible I could double my goal at this rate.