running having gone by the way-side for me the last few weeks, my diet has suffered as well, and thus to my horror and shame, when I tried my dress on yesterday, it didn't do up all the way (most of it, but not all of it)
Thus fortified, I set out on a campaign to regain my runners mojo, start up my healthy eating again and fit completely into my dress once more (has to be said, I still rocked that dress though)
Starting yesterday, I cut out bread, pasta and junk in general, which had somehow managed their way back into my eating habits (naughty, I know. I'm full of excuses like 'I'm tired after work' 'I didn't plan anything, etc, you know the list will go on and on)
This morning I got up, pulled on my neglected running shoes, sports bra and tikiboos and set off, managing to make it from my house to the local secondary school down the street in about 15 minutes. I paused, turned, jog-walked-jogged then decided to do my own sort of interval training which involved picking a start point and a finish point then running like someone was chasing me between them - it sort of worked, I came home drenched in sweat and feeling better than I have done in weeks
Which proves that the thought of running is worse than actually going for a run.
I'm back on track and motivated again. watch this space *blows kiss*