ONE-derland! (In two ways!)

Tonight, I weighed in at 199.

For real.

Also tonight, I got back on the treadmill for the first time since my 5K and hurting my foot. D'you know what I did?

I ran for over a mile without stopping. 1.21 miles before my breathing couldn't keep up anymore.

The weight made me laugh and the running made me cry the happiest of tears. Right now, sitting on my couch and typing this, I feel a little empty. Bewildered. As if, for one brief moment, I have accomplished everything.

It won't last. There are other mountains to climb. That important little pound has so many friends I need to get rid of, and I'm pretty sure I won't survive the impending zombie apocalypse if I can only run a mile.

But here, I am satisfied. I can rest now.