Mixed bag

The next couple of days are going to be a bit of a mixed bag, and full of the proverbial mixed blessings. The main thing is a family funeral that I have to attend. That makes it sound obligatory. Well, if I want my family to keep talking to me, it kind of is, but I also want to go. Okay, want is the wrong word, but...ahh, you know what I mean. So that's emotional. And on a selfish level, I can't help wonder how I will manage, food wise, both tonight at the wake, and tomorrow at the chapel and after. Clearly I need to be able to live in real life situations. This is life. Shit happens. Unplanned shit. So I'll just try to be aware, not get too hungry, and steer clear of anything too sugary or too processed carby. Not easy at an Irish funeral, where the white bread sandwich and the sausage roll are king!

On the up side, I will get to see loads of family members who I usually only see on such occasions as this. Hatches, matches and dispatches are big family days out.

I had a run this morning and managed to do 5k in 32:18 !!! Good grief. Yes, I did want to boke afterwards, but it was worth pushing myself. I totally have sub thirty in my sights.

I decided to check out some old runs on Runkeeper to see when I managed to do the Parkrun in under thirty, I actually found a run where I did 5k in 28:16.

I do not remember ever getting that fast. So now I really have something to aspire to. It was only two and a half years ago. I can get there again. I know I can. I'm probably as light now, if not a little lighter, than I was on that run. -  Right, I just checked out my old blog from my WW online days. Guess what. I was 170lb the day I ran that. Wow. Almost exactly what I was this morning. Yes, okay, time to 'fess up to another sneak peek. I was 165lb this morning!!! My God, I'm skinny! Teehee. :-) And yes, just a wee bit in love with myself.

I was walking to work from the train, and two of the guys I work with caught up with me on the way from the train station. One of them spoke to me just a short while ago and asked, tongue in cheek, if I was on drugs. Apparently that's the only way I could be "disappearing" the way I am. He said it was really noticeable now. Must be the change in style of clothing. I'm wearing stuff that actually fits me. That has bolstered me for the day. I can't stop smiling.

Now, I just have to stay on track over the next two, out of routine, days.