Day Six & Seven: Always Listen to Your Mother

Friday I ended up taking a day off and went down to South Kingstown for dinner with my parentals. She told me I should wake up early today and run before work because it was going to be super hot and I had plans later in the evening. I set my alarm for 6:30am and had every intention of getting up and going. I didn’t get up. I did force myself to go after work though. Boy was my mom right. The whole run all I kept thinking was “balllllzzzz it’s hot out!” I also kept thinking about the stories in the news about kids that died from heat exhaustion recently because of the heat wave in the Midwest. It’s about ten to twenty degrees cooler here than the Midwest right now, but I kept thinking about what would happen to me if I passed out on the side walk.

This could have been me.

Luckily I didn’t end up finding out. I was disgustingly sweaty and dying for water, but I made it back home. Moral of this story- always listen to your mother.


Day Four & Five: I’m just a Cheese It Loving Weirdo

Yesterday was the final for one of my classes. I was going to take the day off and grab some drinks to celebrate. Realizing I don’t have any friends in Providence who would be around for drinks at 3 in the afternoon, and after eating almost an entire box of Cheese It’s (the reduced fat kind of cheese it’s & pepperoni pizza are huge weaknesses for me), I figured I should just go for a run. On this run I thought about the fact that I have to consciously stop myself from being a huge weirdo. For instance, I ran past a pretty good looking guy just about half way into my run. I usually run around the gym and then head back towards my house on the other side of the street. This time, I ran around the gym and crossed back over since I would be able to pass this guy again. Creepy enough as it is. On top of that, I actually thought about saying hi to him. I reminded myself that saying hi to a total stranger, while running, would be a very weird thing to do. I thought I was doing good, caught my weirdo self before I did anything too weird…success. Wrong. While focusing on the cute guy and thinking about how weird I was, I neglected to see a lady with several dogs on leashes right in front of me. I almost ran into her and then got tripped up by leashes. I tried to recover quickly, apologized, looked around to make sure cute guy hadn’t noticed, and sprinted away. It was like a bad movie.

Today I realized I am not a morning runner. I got super early to run before work, figuring I would feel good getting it out of the way. Wrong again. It was hot already, I kept running into walls of those stupid little bugs, and no cute guys are out at 630am. From now on, I’m sticking to the evening runs.

Day Three: All Smiles

Woke up feeling good this morning so I went for a run. Turns out, running at 8am in a city is not the best. Weather was nice and the sun was shining, but cars and lights were kind of a problem. None the less, I got through it and had an excellent day!

“A smile confuses an approaching frown.”

Day Two: I’m an Awkward Creep

So the moment I have been waiting for happened tonight. I’m out on my run and feeling great. I made it to the gym and was heading back towards my house. Out of habit I look up at my ex-BFs place as I’m running by. Innocent enough right? Well… they have a balcony, which they happened to be sitting out on at the time. I’m pretty sure we made eye contact. Instead looking cool, athletic, and like a normal human being by waving and continuing on my merry way, I looked down, picked up my pace, and kept running. On the plus side…I ran my fastest mile yet. Downside…I’m an awkward creep.

Side note- my large, manly neighbor is currently outside  in the parking lot begging his tiny, stupid dog to poop. He is also following him around with an umbrella so he doesn’t get wet. Is it strange that I find this hilarious. Is it also strange that I’m watching all this happen from my second story window? I seriously need to be less creepy.

Day One: The Work Out

I was a little nervous to start working out again for a few reasons. Word of warning…If you have a weak stomach, I wouldn’t look at the pictures.

Concern Number One: On Friday I was in New York for a meeting and decided I could walk from the bus station to the office in my heels. It was only a mile and a half and the thought of having to hail a cab in the city and expose myself as the tourist that I am made it seem totally doable. Sarah Jessica Parker must have some seriously nasty feet because here is the outcome of my adventure…

My left foot…seriously funked up

Equal opportunity blisters…don’t discriminate between right and left

I was a little concerned I would further destroy my feet by running today.

Concern Number Two: I’ve lived a fat ass lifestyle for the past year and didn’t want to end up dying on the side of the road after a mile. I’d be looking a little something like this…

I was hiking Table Mountain in South Africa…That mutha is tall!

Concerns aside, I went for it. Figured it would be a really bad sign if I flaked on Day One of the project. I put on my running gear, selected an Ed Sheeran playlist, and headed out. Having recently moved to Providence and not wanting to get lost, I decided on a familiar route…right past my former BFs place. Pathetic I know, but it is the perfect distance for me to run right now, its right by my gym, has some nice up hills for added leg tonnage, and if he happens to glance out the window and see me looking all hot and sporty I would count it as a happy bonus. Here is the route…

Da Route

I still have to figure out how to use so for now google maps will suffice. I ran from point A to point B and back without dying. 2.4 miles. I’m putting it in the win column for the day.

Day One: The Happiness Project

Day One

Okay so here’s the deal. I’m not super over-weight, but I am definitely not in shape anymore. I’m not supposed to be eating gluten, but conveniently forget that fact after one or two beverages or after hearing even the slightest whisper of pizza. I was also recently dumped…big time. I need to start spending less time with my Netflix account and more time out in the beautiful sunshine. Having little faith in my ability to stay motivated, I figured I’d blog about my attempt to get fit, happy, and healthy. Putting things in writing has a way of making it seem more official.  

Starting today I am going to make changes. My goal is to work out five days a week, eat better, and to start doing things for me. I guess this is less of a weight-loss blog and more of a happiness project.

Here goes nothing!