Yesterday was my birthday, and to celebrate it I…went on a business trip to Fort Worth, Texas.
Heh. Not really my choice, that one. But, I managed to get what I needed to do finished up yesterday and came home a day early. Which is good because traveling plays havoc with my eating and exercising plan. This morning I got up and went for a 4 1/2 mile run to begin the process of counteracting those days on the road. I plan to run tomorrow, Friday and Saturday as well, in order to make my goal of running 20 miles a week again this week.
I’ve been realizing recently that I can’t live anywhere but where I live. When I travel to places like Texas, all I can think is how impossible my chosen method of weight management exercise would be there. It doesn’t even cool down at night! I rely on the cool of the morning here in the SF Bay Area to get my running done before heat exhaustion is a danger, and I hate working out in the gym. So I’m happy to be back where I belong so I can get on with my weight management efforts.
I’m 38 this year. I’ve been maintaining my weight loss for 9 years (since I was 29). Some days I feel like a total failure, some days I feel like a shining beacon of success. The truth is probably somewhere in between. Like most things.