twenty-four hour shopping in rapture.

I Googled "fifty pounds" and this is what came up. Bahaha.

I took yesterday and today off from running because my body just couldn't take any more. At first I was disappointed, but then I had this horrible dream that I dislocated my knee and I couldn't run for months and I got fat again. It was horrifying. Even worse, I do have a history of knee/joint dislocations so that could very well come true if I'm not more careful with myself. So there you go, lesson learned.

Although, I'm seriously hoping that boyfriend is going to the bars tonight because I have another late night at work and I like the idea of going for a midnight run like I did last week.

I was going down this spiral of self-pity/self-deprivation over my decision to skip these two runs and I was contemplating pushing through a run just to say I did it, but I had a date with the scale first. A date I was most certainly not looking forward to.

241.5. For good measure I stepped on the scale three times because I could not believe my eyes. 241.5 all three times.

So today, Friday, April 20, 2012, I have lost 50.5 pounds.

Now I feel kinda justified buying this dress for myself last night. Consider it my "halfway there" gift.