What is it about a great success that makes us trip up? Why doesn't it just keep spurring us on into greater victory? I've had kind of a slumpy 4 days here. Eating has been horribly off. I have been exercising but it's just been kind of a blah weekend.
Yesterday we went down to see 4 of our friends run the Chicago Marathon! It was amazing! I don't think I'd ever have that type of perseverance, but it is something else. I do have a 5k to run this Sunday, so I've got to crank up my running this week to prepare since I haven't been running much lately.
The blood work came back FINE! My TSH levels are now in the normal range? Lab error? who knows. I can now just rest assured that my hard work is the reason I lost the weight!!