Tonight was Mexican food night. Hubby and I went to Casa Olé for dinner and had fajitas. Suprisingly, I didn't clean my plate. I think I might actually be starting to fill up faster or getting used to smaller portions. I suppose that's a good thing.
Before we went out to eat, we went for a walk—roughly 3.8 miles. Of that 3.8, I (reluctantly) jogged about 0.1. Hubby decided he wanted to jog a bit. I was going to just walk and catch up to him later, but then I thought, what the hell. I'll be jogging next week anyways. I trailed behind miserably. I think at one point I was actually jogging at a slower pace than I did when I was walking. Not good. Oh well. I suppose that, if I keep trying, I won't really get any worse. Definitely room for improvement. Maybe eventually I'll be able to do it without panting like a poodle in a microwave.
Ha! I love your comparison. =)
ReplyDeleteThe jogging will get easier...if you don't give up before it does (I'm totally telling you what everyone else has told me--I always give up before it gets easier). So...practice what I preach, not what I do.