Greetings from the lankd of procrastination!

First off, THANK YOU DIET BLOG! And the awesome comments from people! It really means a lot to get recognized for this. I'm starting to hit a spot where I'm not so impressed with my efforts sometimes, and I start to drag my feet, so its nice and so helpful to go back and read these words of encouragement and wisdom. I've never really been a source of inspiration for anyone, so these comments and thoughts really do mean the world to me. Thank you doesn't even begin to describe my feelings for the support I receive on this site.

In other news, I've been in a funk this week. I'm PMS-ing (TMI, I know), which I'm not use to. See, when you have Polycystic Ovarian disease (like I do evidently, although I hate to use it as a crutch for my weight, so I try to leave it out of my life), you don't have a normal female cycle. Not healthy, but sort of nice when you only get a visit from Aunt Flo once a year. But now that I'm getting healthy, my cycle is back, and let me tell ya, it's back with a vengeance. I've been cranky and emotional for no reason, all I want to do is eat shitty food, and I don't want to work out at all. I've had to force myself to go even weight training this week, and I really don't mind weight training! Bad bad Lisa. Tomorrow I am forcing myself to get up and run or walk. No more whining Missy! Back to the grindstone.

In other news, I bought one of those nifty fanny pack things for runners, and boy do I look like a utter fool! An awesome utter running fool though, so it's all good. I've accepted the fact that running is not a glamorous sport, so strapping a purple fanny pack contraption to my waste is the least of my worries. I've gotten over the whole "I look sort of silly doing this" thing, and so putting on spandex and a fanny pack is totally sane to me now. Did I mention that I never wear anything around my waist because of my weight? Yeah, never. And did I mention the fanny pack barely fits (who knew that running companies don't cater to obese people, right?) and I feel like a strand of sausage wearing it? Yeah, whatever, you all are just jealous, I know...

So enough with my bitching. Time to get some sleep before a new days dawns, and I can rock it out in my spandex and fanny pack once again.

keep fighting the good fight!