You can't catch me, I'm the gingerbread man!

Run, run as fast you can!

you can't catch me, I'm the gingerbread man!

My weight loss has halted recently, it makes me think I need to speed up. I'm stuck on a particular "kg" I've been almost every variation of the kg over the last 6 weeks (.1-.9 inclusive). I had an awesome food week last week, had weekly points left over and everything... but there seems to be no out smarting it.. I think I may have to try to ditch it in back alley and hope it can't find its way home!

Yesterday I went and bought running shoes. I by no stretch of the imagination am a runner, nor have I ever been able to run. Bounce, roll and look like I'm nearing sudden death - yes yes and maybe, but running or even jogging any distance has never, ever been my forte. Before my gym fell down I genuinely thought 2 minutes at 7km an hour may kill me, and never actually considered going faster...

I walked the city to surf and it was a long reminder of how much I hate my (now old) shoes! They are relatively new, and the guy who worked at my local sport shoe shop assured me they were a perfect fit with the right support for me - they are not, they push my foot onto an angle and give me blisters every time I travel over 5km in them. Around the 7km mark I promised myself my reward for reaching the 14km mark was new shoes.

I thought about it all week and decided I'd actually like to learn to run,  or at least maintain a jog so instead of my normal cross trainers this time, running shoes. Ooooo.  I went to a different shoe shop (this one provides a 1 month guarantee of their shoe fit - if they don't work for me I have a month to exchange), and explained to the lovely girl that I was going to start learning to jog, and what my old shoes do to me. She did her shoe fitting analysing thing and 5 minutes later I'm standing in front of a tread mill so she can "check them in action". She informs me we're going to do a "slow jog", and I just about fall over in fright as she hits  the "8km/hour" button, after about 30 seconds on the thing I realise I'm not going to fly off the back and think of more pressing concerns (like the fact I'm SO not wearing a bra with enough support for this sort of thing). We then did this for two other pairs of shoes. No red face. No sudden death. Win.

I walked out of that shop with two victories

1) A pair of shoes that feel like supportive clouds for my feet (she tells me they are low support shoes, but not to worry apparently my bum and legs will strengthen as I jog more - which will provide me more stability - woohoo).
2) The knowledge that after 9 months at ww moving is easier than it's ever been.

So armed with my two little mini victories this is the week I start to learn to jog. My shoes first outing will be tomorrow. 
My reward for each jog I under take is a new song on my ipod, and hopefully I'll finally be able to ditch the 1.9kg standing between me and the goal I set 9 months ago. Wish me luck ladies and gents?