Er ... I'm back ... again?

I know, it's been a week.  I was sick, I swear.  Ask anyone who lives near me: I'm sure they could hear my incessant childlike whining from a mile away.  (Not a good sickie.  I get wimpy.)

But I'm (mostly) better now, and so I'm going to start the C25K all over.  And this time, I'm going to make it to Day 2!!  (haha)

Remember me?

Yeah, yeah, I know ... it's been a while.

If I said I was kidnapped by gypsies and forced to wear a 100-pound wedding dress, would you forgive me?

Seriously, though, I've just been lazy.  Supremely lazy.  I can't explain it, other than I just found excuse after excuse NOT to walk.

But I did complete a 5K at the end of June, for Cancer Research UK.  And that made me realize that I can, and will, get back in shape.

So today, as long as the weather holds out, I am headed to the track on base to start Week 1, Day 1 of the Couch-to-5K program.  I've done it before (didn't finish it last time--surprise, surprise) so I kind of know what to expect, but my mind is still reeling at the thought of running any amount of time or distance at this moment.  So, keep your fingers crossed that I don't psyche myself out.

I will let everyone know how it went.

UGH ... BLAH ... and lots of other yucky-like noises ...

Okay, so I fell off the wagon today.  Like, BIG.  I ate an entire box (that's eight, to the layperson) of chocolate-frosted donuts.  AN ENTIRE BOX.

I'm recording this moment of weakness for two reasons:

1. Accountability: You guys and gals will read this, shake your heads and tsk in pity and shame, and that will remind me never to do this again (because I hate feeling pitied and shamed); and
2. History: This will act as my proverbial walk of shame.  If I record how amazingly gross I feel right now, the next time I'm tempted to down almost 1400 calories (yeah, you read that right, folks) I can come to this post and remember how vile it feels to know that I ate nearly my entire daily calorie allowance in thirty minutes.

And they weren't even that good.  Kinda waxy, which makes me wonder how long I'll be paying for this transgression, if you get my meaning.  (One word: YIKES.)

Anyway, for what it's worth, sorry folks.  Or really, I should be saying, Sorry Heather.  Won't happen again.

Now get back up, dust yourself off, and get back in the race.

Rubbin' me the WRONG way

So the past two days haven't exactly been what one could call "pleasant."  I had a doctor's appointment to try to pinpoint this weird itching I have on my hands and feet, and as they tried to draw blood they had to stick me three times.  And bruise the CRAP out of my elbow.  It still hurts, nearly 36 hours later.  OW.  Also, The Munchkin has been running a fever for the past two days off and on so I took her to the doctor this morning to find out she has a viral upper respiratory infection, and the only thing we can do is wait it out.  Which is TONS of fun when waiting it out means you have a screaming one-year-old pretty much all day long.

Anyway, I did get out and walk this morning before Munchkin's appointment, which I documented in my previous post.  I did a lot better than I thought I did at the time, and again was able to push through the tightness in my ankles.

However, during today's walk (and Wednesday's), I felt a rubbing on the outside of my right heel that began to really bother me.  When I got home from my walk, I ran upstairs to change for the trip to the pediatrician, and when I pulled my socks off I *painfully* discovered that my shoes are rubbing a blister on the outside of that heel.  Does this mean I have to buy new shoes?  Wear different socks?  I'm not sure how to remedy this.  For now, I have it under two band-aids and am wearing socks that don't cut so low on my ankle that it is exposed to the shoe.  The thing that concerns me is that the only way to fix this could possibly be to buy new shoes.

I will say, for the record, that I ABHOR shopping for running shoes.  To be fair, I've only been once, but you never get a second chance to make a first impression, and that one trip pretty much did it for me.  The salesperson was rude and basically treated me as if I shouldn't be there because I was overweight.  Which, in my opinion, is the exact OPPOSITE way you should treat someone who's trying to better themselves.  But apparently that's why I don't get to work in a shoe store with those oh-so-snappy uniforms.

So, as if you couldn't guess, I'd really like to avoid having to buy shoes if at all possible.  If anyone has any insight, I'd love to know what you've done in the past for something like this.