Just over a year ago I was over 4.5 stone heavier and could hardly run for my train in the mornings.
A year ago I turned 50. I had made a start on losing weight (Weightwatchers) and was walking more, but was still pretty unfit. My plans for my birthday mostly revolved around food and drink! I had booked a holiday cottage down in North Devon with my boyfriend (soon to be my ex).
On the big day, I had a lie in (having had a fair amount of wine the night before), coffee in bed (never have liked reakfast in bed, which was just as well as it was me that cooked breakfast !), got up, had a full English, then read all day (it was very rainy) and then in the evening went to a very nice pub restaurant where I ate 3 courses and drank several different wines including port with the cheese course. I felt very sick the next day!
This morning, I CHOSE to get up at 6.30, had a quick cuppa and banana, & drove 8 miles to the prettiest part of the Afan valley, where, accompanied by two very happy dogs, I ran a 10k circuit (gently inclines plus two steep bits). It was misty, quite cool and autumnal as I set out, very pleasant, then the sun came over the mountain and the mist evaporated. It was such a beautiful sight, and as I jogged happily along, I felt glad to be alive.
I got back to the hotel where I had parked and had a celebratory bacon bap and coffee (both very rare treats now and more appreciated).
Then I had a lovely day with family, with just a little champagne, and another lovely dog walk this afternoon.
Tomorrow I will be up early again, walk the dogs and then have my 4th riding lesson at 9am.
Making up for lost time I think!