tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1746868749311455784.post10219923792773300..comments2024-03-01T06:21:31.345-06:00Comments on Once Upon A Time...In the Land of Cheese and Sunkist: Happy March!Amy W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15765516850913923317noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1746868749311455784.post-20991562251539682882012-02-08T08:42:03.595-06:002012-02-08T08:42:03.595-06:00I did my first 5k in 2011, i walked/jogged the sea...I did my first 5k in 2011, i walked/jogged the seafood festival. It was one of the best and worst days I've experienced so far. At that point I was at about 280-290ish, I really can't remember. Anyhoo I promised my sister in law that I would do it with her, it was on our bucket list. Showing up that morning I felt like I was being bombarded with psychological warfare. Girls in short shorts and a sports bra...yada yada, you get the idea. I felt like I was the biggest person there and boy was that a awful feeling. I had this dread floating around in the bottom of my stomach that I was going to be the last person to come in and everyone would be staring. But dammit I had to keep up my goal, which was to NOT come in last and to do it under an hour. I knew I wasn't going to jog the whole way so I would log a little then walk some. I thought that 5k would never end. Well I hit the last corner, i could see the finish line. I wanted to jog that last little bit. Some girl (she was skinny as a rail I sware) ran over to me said she was proud of me and jogged the rest of the way. Crossing that finish line was the best feeling ever. I finished in 52 minutes and the best part I wasn't the last person in! I would love to do another 5k post lapband, I think zack is considering it too. On to more reading!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1746868749311455784.post-13407812207719592172010-01-13T19:13:12.145-06:002010-01-13T19:13:12.145-06:00I know this is something that I'm going to hav...I know this is something that I'm going to have to get over in the future. Not the walking thing, I have never minded that (I prefer to skate it - love being on a indoor rink on my quads, listening to my music blare in my ears from my iPod) but I really HATE when people point out that I'm losing weight. That's my biggest challenge. Accepting the fact that I looked so big or so awful to them that they have to go out of their way to congratulate me on losing weight. I don't know, I guess it all ties into the not looking at the person's outsides but really looking at the person. I often wonder if I offend my friends that I can tell have lost weight because I NEVER point it out since they're beautiful in my eyes no matter what size they are and I don't want to draw attention to that. But I know a lot of people must WANT that attention.Manic Pixie Dream Sluthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16083090390604114658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1746868749311455784.post-81866072377630755252009-03-03T18:50:00.000-06:002009-03-03T18:50:00.000-06:00Congratulations!! On the comment and not letting a...Congratulations!! On the comment and not letting a blown Nike shock stop you!! That shows determination and initiative. My fat butt would've probably have called it fate and not worked out until I got new ones. Sad, but true. <BR/><BR/>I am starting to feel a little better from the wreck and will probably start working out a little next week. Check with me next week and see if I stick to it. :P<BR/><BR/>Good luck on the fill. Just remember, if you feel you are too tight, do NOT hesitate to get a little taken out.<BR/>CindyAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com