My runs this Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday were awful. I put in my 30 minutes but I was gasping for air trying to just put one foot in front of the other. I felt loaded with lead. BUT I did finish my runs and did it even though I didn't want to. AND I've been counting my calories and drinking tons of water. All of my pants are loose but more than anything, I'm proud of myself. I don't wake up feeling guilty about how much food I've eaten or starving myself to overcompensate for how much food I've eaten.
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