Donuts and pumpkin pie, oh my

I've been doing phenomenal with eating and 5k training. During the past two weeks, my average "travel" distance, according to the fitbit, has been 4.5 miles. I've even done some running after school around the soccer field, despite the 32 degree temperature. I've mostly stayed under 1,400 calories too. I've felt energized and happy (with the exception of my 5 day "adventure" with stupidly bright red hair).

Cut to Friday, 11/22 and last night, 11/23. On Friday, we went to Charlie Brown's Steakhouse for dinner. While I ordered a healthy entree, it still brought me past my daily 1,400 calories. Those healthy options on the menu are bullshit. They're still doused with butter and other calories that easily add up. When we got home, I also engulfed two donuts.

Last night, a friend held a pre-Thanksgiving pot luck dinner. While I ate small portions of food for dinner, I also had three beers, a slice of pumpkin pie, and a slice of cheesecake.

Today, I feel kind of crummy. It's amazing how only two days worth of "bad eating" (and I actually did not eat too badly; we're not talking pizza, cheese fries, mozzarella sticks, and other grease-laden foods) could make me feel crummy.

Regardless of how I currently feel, I am making an oath to myself to get to the gym today. I'm on the last day of week 4 in couch-to-5k. It's intervals of running for 5 minutes and walking for 90 seconds. It's challenging, but all I think in my head is: If the people on Biggest Loser can do it, so can I.

Onward ...and downward (pounds-wise)

At this point, for 75+ straight days, I have logged every morsel that enters my mouth. I started couch to 5k awhile ago, but now am actually making progress with it. I am on day 3 of week 2. This is kind of pathetic since I started couch to 5k month(s) ago, but at this point I am actually working out consistently.

My current weight is 174. I "feel" thinner than that though. My true indicator of any type of weight loss, fat less, or toning will be when I actually have more than 2 pairs of pants to wear to work. Right now, I am left with a black pair of pants, a brown pinstriped pair of pants (brown pants, in general, are just dreadful), and numerous elastic-waisted skirts.

Kickball has been going okay. It's amazing how a person could be so many years past an experience (high school gym class about 15 years ago) and then be able to instantly re-live all the emotions from that moment. When in the outfield for kickball, I find myself softly chanting, "Please don't come to me; please don't come to me." When I am up at "bat," I silently try to urge the ball to go far and lower to the ground, but those efforts have only left it to go straight in the air for an immediate pop-up out.

At our most recent game, this past Tuesday, it was as if a glimmer of light and hope descended on the kickball field. One of our opponent's kicked a bar ridiculously upward and far. The guys all around me called the catch, "I got it." I didn't utter a word and just ended up catching the ball. In happiness, I screamed so loudly that my throat hurt a little bit. Luckily, I did catch that ball. Those guys would have been pissed if they called the catch and then I didn't call it, yet also didn't catch the ball either.

Numbers-wise, I feel at a standstill. Physically and mentally though, I feel good and energized. I find myself wanting to constantly move and am truly attempting to move 5 miles a day, according to my Fitbit.

Onward and downward....