It's a rainy Sunday afternoon and I don't know what to do with myself. I know what I want to do, and that's go outside and take a walk or enjoy the sunshine and nice temps, but none of that is possible because it's pouring and it's a chilly 65 degrees out.
Over the last week, I've kicked my walking into overdrive. I've been out at least once a day, every day. And because I'm neurotic, I've been recording each walk with the iMapMyRide app on my phone. Between last Sunday morning and yesterday morning, I managed to log in 43.48 miles. I'm sure I've been overdoing it. I should be taking a day off here and there, but the weather has been so favorable and I've been snacking just a little more than I should that I've really pushed myself. It's probably a good thing that the weather sucks ass today, forcing me to take a break.
But I could really use a walk right about now. Yesterday was my friend Carol's birthday party and because I know no self control when confronted with a table full of food, I overate. And not a single thing I ate contained anything nutritionally good for me. But that's what made it taste so good.
The fun thing about Carol's birthday party was seeing people I haven't seen in a long time. I didn't realize there were still people I hadn't seen since I dropped 100+ pounds, but I found a few more. Two people didn't recognize me at all. One I had to tell who I was and then I saw it click in his head. I have to tell you that as rare as it is now, I never get tired of that happening.