Baby it’s Cold Outside

My last 2 blog post title’s were Holiday/Winter songs, so I figured I’d keep it up until Christmas or until I run out of cool songs.  And believe me Baby, It’s Cold Outside.  Lately we’ve been waking up to the single digits.  Tonight they expect freezing rain!  Yay! (can you hear my sarcasm, lol) Anyway, today I did a lot of thinking and reflecting.  One of my best traits is also my worst flaw.  I’m pretty anal at times and somewhat a perfectionist.  I’m so hard on myself when things don’t go exactly to plan.  I realize, I’m not the first person to gain weight and I’m not the last.  I’m not the only emotional eater in the world (thanks for sharing!).  I’m not the only work-aholic who sometimes needs to slow down … I didn’t get home from work last night until almost 9.  All day today I stressed about a meeting I planned after work and errands that wouldn’t allow me to get the gym.  Then I realized, I have control over my schedule.  People always say they’re “busy.”  But my philosophy is that people are “busy” with what they want to be “busy” doing.  So, to my own surprise, I canceled my meeting and postponed my errands. 

 Tonight, I was going to be “busy” finally getting to those 5 miles that I didn’t do on Saturday. And you know what?!  I did it!  I swallowed my pride and asked the gym lady how to work the fancy little treadmill since I don’t plan on training out in the bitter cold anytime soon.   She showed me how work the TV too.  It was all downhill from there.  I turned on Minute to Win It.  That show is so fun to watch.  I caught myself cheering out loud at the goofy timed tasks.  I was so shocked that that girl put those drinking glasses with various amounts of water in a row to play Jingle Bells when tapped with a spoon, I literally almost fell off of the treadmill.  That was AMAZING!  Then The Biggest Loser Finale came on and what could be more inspiring than looking people who lost hundreds of pounds.  After about 3.5 miles I stopped for a minute to stretch and refill my water bottle.  I read my magazine during the commercial breaks.  I had to figure out how to make the treadmill bearable since we’ll become really good friends over the next few months of training for my half marathon.  And before you know it, I was done.  5 whole miles!  I wanted to jump up and click my heels together, but I figured that would be a little extreme.  So I just pumped my fist in the air and took joy in the fact that I would be able to come home and write this post.