I swam 1600m tonight (about a mile), which is the first real swim since I had been nursing the shoulder injury. (Injury = putting gym bag in passenger seat incorrectly).
Shoulder = great.
Attitude = great.
Pool companions = weird as all hell. [Seriously, I’ve never seen such weird pool behavior as the dudes/dudettes surrounding me tonight. I can’t even talk about it.]
I didn’t weigh this morning. My scale remains hidden in the garage. I resisted the urge to weigh at the gym.
Truly, truly, truly, I feel different. There have been other big changes in our family recently… but for some reason, the scale change feels the most tangible. Even the Expert says so.
http://penelopeillustration.com/2008/05/30/freed-om/
I have eaten very well for the past three days. I just finished up my last of my six meals for today: small piece of chicken, three mini gold potatoes and salad…and I’m not worrying about how “heavy” the food was (e.g., how it would show up on the scale in the morning).
Even as I walked by the mirror in the gym tonight… wearing the tighter-than-usual swimsuit and goggles, I didn’t have a number to associate with the jiggle. I was able to look in the mirror, acknowledge my body, hit the pool and think about New Orleans, and nothing else.
I feel free.
[One of the last times I remember feeling truly free. Three years ago. Too long ago.]
When was the last time you felt free? Do you feel free now? What’s weighing you down?
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Last time I was at the 24 Hour Fitness pool there was an old dude in white shorts aqua-walking/bouncing around in the lane next to me. That's right, WHITE shorts. It was…unpleasant.
Love the hiding the scale plan. And I decided your post needed some Cream on top: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qb_Uu0eTNWk
I laughed… Earlier today I posted a pic of me doing snow angels in my blog. 🙂 Snow Angel Repeats… because triathlon training waits for no one. Not even when you're in Chicago to see Oprah!
You must comment on the weird pool mates. I'm about to head out for a lunchtime swim, and I will need the catharsis…