Lincoln, Nebraska
Just got in tonight. Went to dinner with Steve and Todd at a Cajun restaurant and the highlight was the Bananas Foster. Neither Steve nor I had ever had it. Delicious!
But then I came back to the hotel and realized there were far too many mirrors in here. That might be nice when you have a little lover to play around with, but instead I kept catching my reflection and thinking, “Who let that fat girl in my room?”
Needless to say I threw my sneakers on and went running. I didn’t get very far and my lungs felt like they were on fire. Actually, it’s been two hours since I ran and my lungs still feel like they were ripped to shreads. Kris Bell once told me that if I decided to start running I could work myself into it and eventually it wouldn’t hurt as badly, but it’s hard to have faith. 🙁
Sometimes I understand why people have the fat sucked out of them. I would never do it, but I understand the desperation and especially the laziness. Laziness being the key word. It’s strange how I go about my days thinking I look about 120lbs. and then I see my reflection all of the sudden and am still shocked that I’m no longer that small. Is this the epiphany you were talking about Kris? You said it just hit you one night. Could this be my night where I really start doing something?
Knowning me, it will pass. I’ll be sitting on my bed eating chips this time tomorrow night.
Katie Toften – you ran! This is exciting. Spin class, here we come 🙂 I actually think bananas foster is healthy – bananas are fruit, right??
wow, you went running! I think it’s all the riding in my shuttle…the addiction is wearing off on you. and yes, brenda is right…bananas are a fruit with lots of potassium…your muscles will thank you for this 🙂
run if you want, frau toft, but we all know you are still the shizznet 🙂
I remember when I got this job and everyone told me about the “Foundation 15” and I thought to myself, “That won’t happen to me.” And it didn’t. I got the “Foundation 50”. If you find something that gets you to “start doing something” will you please tell me what it is?
Hey, I am here with StephWrightstuph, checking out the blogs and have to agree w/ Kris, running does get easier! I promise. Your burning lungs will be a distant memory in no time and all you’ll be thinking about is the banana desert that you deserve after running so far. 🙂 Give Lincoln my best!
I like the phrase “little lover to play around with.”
Yeah it is possible to get addicted to running. It is a pretty amazing thing when it happens. I think it always helped me to say “if I keep doing this, it will get easier” every time I ran. It did.
Your words are strange and perplexing to me. What is…this…”running” of which you speak? Can it be done while clutching a beer?
You know that jogging guru from the 80s, Dr. Whats-His-Name, died of a heart attack while jogging, don’t you? I like to think of things like that as “Divine Vengeance.” Or maybe just “Damn Funny.”
Ride a bike. It’s more fun, you see more stuff, and you don’t turn your ankles and knees into hamburger.
Holy crap, everyone under the sun reads katietoft.com. Yeah, it gets easier. Just think “damn, I’ll soon look sexy as hell,” and then you’ll keep doing it. Just don’t run too much. You’ll ruin your knee.
hey Katie, we can be companions in misery. Yesterday I managed to run for 5 minute stretches, today it was 12. Felt like shit, but I feel way better about it today. But a year ago, I could run 3 miles, so I KNOW it must get better, but you couldn’t prove that by me tonight
This is what you do: find a lover, make sure they crush you, and then you will be motivated to get in shape. People react to depression in two ways: by eating themselves out of it, or starving themselves out of it. But humans are always on a spiked treadmill towards depression, except we tend to do better when our vanity is shattered, and there is a person out there you need to impress. If you simply want to look better, and there is no one to look better for, you will be less inclined to stay with it. So, like I said, find a dude to break your heart, and then start the foray into losing weight.
Hmmm…find someone to break my heart? That would mean I have to fall for someone. Pretty badly. Good luck to that. But I see your point.
you see how you scum, yes yes.