proving once again, how terrible at consistency I can be.
I've been paddling about, 3-4 little runs a week...
long run scheduled for Valentine's day...see if i can't squeak in 10.
Then...I need to reorient...points...yadda yadda...
It's hard to accept the fact that for me, weight is a seasonal occurance....this "thing" I do, cannot be good for my heart... but it's better than not fighting at all.
Taking a good long look at why, in the late afternoons- wheat thins are the most appealling anti-anxiety tool I have...harkens back to childhood- comming home to an empty house....(single working mother) and entertaining myself with crackers, cheese and basic cable.
I had a relatively happy childhood- but this particular relic sticks out in my mind these days...
I'm not a latch-key kid anymore...or am I? Is there an equivalent of a self-imposed latch-key adulthood?
Sure running helps allay that particular anxiety and fictive isolation...but sometimes the compulsion to carbo-nest far outways my ability to slap on my tights.
So today, I'll rest...and to the wolves tomorrow.
Happy V day.
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