So I'm going to try again. The Chicago Race For The Cure is Oct. 1 -- a week and a half away -- and I'm going to run it. It's another crowded race but I'm up for it. I've not cut back on my training whatsoever so we'll see how this one goes.

Speaking of training, I'm going to try another personal trainer again. I'm still so bummed about what happened with my most recent trainer, but my friend, Kate, recommends hers as doing wonders for her. Plus, I'm going to check out some classes at the different Crunch locations around town. The nice thing about living south of Addison is how much easier it is to access things.

I took spinning last night with the most intense, insane instructor ever. I'm not kidding. She was nuts. She actually screamed in my ear. Not at me, but just because I happened to be nearby. She grunted, wailed, scrunched her face into weird expressions, gesticulated wildly with every instruction ... it was frightening. I thought people like her were urban legends.

Just the same, I liked her class. I'll go back.

So far I'm still only down three pounds since starting WW again. Do I need to get back to meetings? Sigh. Probably. I haven't been all that dedicated but I have been more mindful so I suppose that's a start. I'm fitting into some of clothes again. That's all I care about.