Day 16

Coming home from the cinema last night it was a freezing cold -2, and I was filled with dread at the thought of my run in the morning.  It was made worse by a bad night's sleep and the fact that there was no Tony to encourage me.

I did it though, and it was cold, but so beautiful.  On the way back the sun came out, shining its morning pink hue on a front lawn which was studded with little crocuses and sparkling with frost.  It was truly lovely.  I felt so glad to be out.

9st 41/2.  A 1/2 llb over target, but I'm on my way.  I know what the difference is, it is commitment.  It is the same as my running.  As soon as you stop allowing yourself the luxury of going down the 'well, maybe it wouldn't matter if....' road, then it's simple.  I was hungry in the night because I only had a small portion of supper, and usually I would tell myself that it was so small I could allow myself a tiny bit more....

Now I've been here before.  The difficult part is to keep it up for ever and ever.  Like the running, I suppose.  Once you are at goal, then you have lost the motivation to keep it up.  I'm sure I've read books about this, but I never properly thought about it before.  I'm getting ahead of myself, though because I'm not even half way through lent yet.