"The knight tried and tried to knock down the door to save the fair maiden that was trapped inside, but it wasn't budging. Still, he didn't give up. The door was so strong that eventually the walls around it just crumbled, and he was able to make his way inside." - One of my favorite fairytales...Maybe because I love the author. But also maybe because it teaches me that the only way out isn't always through. I've found myself using that saying more than once over the past few weeks, and I'm starting to rethink it.
It wasn't a straight shot from there to here. And as I get closer and closer to My Full 180, I'm actually thankful for all the highs and lows, because the lows make the highs that much sweeter. You just have to hold your breath until you see the light at the end of the tunnel. Or break down the walls around it.
Some notes about what my new training regime has consisted of (which all unsurprisingly involve food):
- Last Sunday, I ran to Red Hook, ate a key lime pie on a stick, did a wine tasting, and ran back. I tried to convince myself this was the modern day "run before the run." Have you ever tried the "run, drink, run"?
- Last week, I ate approximately one pound of pasta colored with neon food dye (see Exhibit A), because I loved the look of it way too much to throw it out. My annual blood work was conveniently scheduled that same week. Funny thing is, my cholesterol has never been better.
- Friday I had a porkchop that tasted like a slab of applewood (FYI this is not a spice) bacon. It was floating on a bed of spaghetti squash that I can only liken to the hair of a cherub. Or Handy Nasty rice fluffed by the mouth of God.
- Yesterday, I had two bowls of Cocoa Puffs in the Lounge right before I went to bed... with 2% milk. Things are getting WILD.
EXHIBIT A
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