Went out running again today this time quite early in the morning and I am pleased to report that I have not come across any duck-shouting nutters this time around. Phew! Instead, came across a group of dog walkers who looked like they had all woken up on the wrong side of the bed and were hogging up the path and wouldn't move. They even scowled at me as though I was interrupting their morning bowel movement or something. Classy.

I think I'm actually improving my fitness. My legs felt less like jelly and more like... well, legs, and I wasn't wheezing like a chain-smoking asthmatic this time. I even managed to pick up the pace a bit. Maybe I'm not a lost cause after all.

My biggest struggle by far is cutting back on sugary snacks. You know that feeling when your mouth is watering and your brain is screaming "CHOCOLATE. NOW."? Yeah, that's me. My body just craves those sweet, sweet treats like a desperate addict. The worst part is, when I give in and indulge, my energy levels tank like a lead balloon. It's like I'm being punished for my weakness.

Who knows, one day I'll be able to resist the siren call of a candy bar. Until then, I'll just keep on running and hope for the best :D