Today Was a Good Day

Today I consciously didn't count calories, for a change...nor will I tomorrow. I'm tired of basing my happiness on how much weight I have gained or lost, especially since my body is so unpredictable. Thursday, I stuck to my guns in terms of calorie consumption and exercise, and I still managed to gain a pound. When I found out this morning, I was very disappointed. But I decided not to let a number destroy my good mood. Today was actually one of the best days I've had in a month or so.

I had my longest run thus far, and was able to shave a minute off my 5K time from Wednesday. Any runner knows this is an accomplishment. It took me two months to run five minutes faster, so to improve by a minute in two days made me very happy.

After work, we had the staff fitness club. It was great to run and work out with my coworkers. I hate running suicide drills (basketball players should know about these), but while we were doing them, I was surprised to find that I was one of the fastest women in the club. I'm the youngest, but I was also probably the heaviest person in the room at the time, so that's a major accomplishment. I know I shouldn't compare myself to others. This is one area where I need to mature.

Prior to the workout, I borrowed the gym teacher's gadget to measure my body fat percentage. I went from 40.1% last month, to 39.5% last week, to 38.0% today. This made me very happy, because I see that even though I gained 6 pounds since last Monday, it was mainly muscle weight.

After fitness club, we had an impromptu happy hour at Outback across the street. It was good to cut loose with my coworkers. Afterwards, I went to a friend's house nearby, and sang karaoke with her and another of our friends at a local restaurant. It was so much fun.

It's now 2:35 am. I don't know if I'm going to blog tomorrow morning (which would require me to wake up around 8:30), or sleep in and wake up just for Powerflex at 10:30, or sleep in and wake up for Zumba around noon. Hmmm. We'll see.

Hasta la manana. Carpe diem.

(P.S. Not even setting the alarm. Que sera, sera.)