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It doesn't quite rise to the level of self-loathing, but I am experiencing quite a bit of frustration with myself lately. A coworker is bragging today that his wife just placed 10th in her first half marathon -- she ran a 7:20 pace. Another friend, who is not a runner, posted to social media that he ran 6.5 miles the other day. Just 'cause. Dude. I AM a runner (aren't I? I think so?), and I ran a half marathon just over two months ago, a 10K three weeks ago, and I'm certain that I could not run 6.5 miles today. I ran 3 on my lunch break, and it went well, but I know that unless I maintain a constant training program, 3 miles is basically my peak. I know that's good. There are a lot of people in the world who will never run 3 miles, and there were a lot of times in my own past where such a feat seemed impossible. I'm proud of what I can do. But it's frustrating how difficult it all is.

I haven't really been on program for WW since I left for Vegas. I had visitors this weekend and we ate lots of really delicious things, but, you know, lots of them. And I'm about to head to Falcon Ridge, and the family cruise, which will no doubt be awesome, but I eat like a pig and exercise not very much on these trips. I want to be better. But I want to eat all the cookies and drink all the rum, too. Sigh.

I don't wanna be that guy who says "I'll get back to my routine after vacation..." because that guy is such a liar. But...I kinda feel like just giving myself permission to be a glutton for a few more weeks. A glutton who exercises a lot, anyway. Meh. Why can't vegetables taste more like sugar?