I meant to start the day off with a run at the gym, but when my loving husband awoke me bright and early, I asked (or maybe demanded) that he turn the lights back off because I wanted more sleep. He reminded me that he was waking me up at the time I requested the night before, and I reminded him (or demanded) that I wanted more sleep. Turn the lights off. Now. I have a bit of a scratchy throat, stuffy head, head-ache and just didn't feel like getting up early today.
When I finally did get up, I went to dutifully step on the scale to see where I was with my weight challenge to self. Today's weight is significant because this is the goal date. But alas, I couldn't find the scale. What is up with that?!?! Where could a scale disappear to??
I also intended to take the scoot out for some practice riding this morning after I got home from the DMV with my shiny new license plate. Got geared up, rolled the scoot outside, and realized that the wind was quite gusty. Too gusty, in my mind, for this beginner rider. So I rolled it back inside the garage and parked it again.
At this point, I'm 0 for 3 on my goals for the day.
So what exactly *did* I do with my day? I spent some time thinking about what my short term fitness plans are. I want to run 6 easy tomorrow or Sunday. Based on how that goes, I may target a 10-miler in 4 weeks; if not, I'll probably do the 5K instead. I also have my eyes on a local half-mary in April. Where does triathlon fit into my plans for this year? I'm still not sure if/how. That doesn't mean I've given it up, just that my priorities have shifted.
I also came up with what I thought was a very ingenious method to safely store my insurance card vehicle registration info under the seat of my scoot using a plastic sleeve and some sticky-tape velcro. Sure, it's not pattent worthy, but I was quite pleased with my solution.
Oh yeah...and guess what?! When my daughter came home from school, she told me that she's hidden the scale from me. Apparently, while she knows that I think I have weight to lose, she thinks I look fine just like I am. Don't know if I should hug her or ground her.
Edit: My dog refused to be a vegetarian. He may, however, be a venison-arian. He's now eating a sweet potato and venison diet. Tough life, huh? It doesn't seem to have any negative digestive issues, but I'm yet not sure yet if it is helping with his allergies/ear infections.