Weigh-in Wednesday

My BFF, Ashley, and I had a phone date last night. We chatted about our lives and what has (and hasn't) happened since we last talked. Ashley got into running last year and ran the Marine Corps Marathon last fall. Please note that her longest race prior to this was a 10K. She mentioned that she's focusing on being healthy: eating right and exercising and isn't focusing on a number on the scale. Ash is also training for a mini-triathlon.

Aww, we're holding hands. Presh.

I admitted to her that I ran the first day of Couch to 5K last week and struggled to run 60 seconds without stopping. That's a hard hit to the pride. I also started up 30 Day Shred (confession: I spent the whole day in workout clothes and didn't work out until 5:30 pm). While I agree with her wanting to be healthy, I can't help but think of a goal weight I want to be. That weight was me in college. I keep delusionally buying clothes in the size I was back then. Note to self: you're not 20 and living in the sorority house. The only pants that fit are yoga pants and two pairs of clearance fat jeans I was forced to buy, so I could leave the house.

But I'm going to stop weighing myself. Muscle ways more than fat, and I get really frustrated when that scale doesn't move. I'm back to tracking my exercise on my calorie counting app and need to just add in my food.