I am enjoying running again. Today was my fifth straight day of hitting the treadmill. The first day I managed about 20 minutes before my legs felt like jelly. The second day I made it to 30. The last three days I've run for 60 minutes. I ran 5 miles, 5.5 miles, and 5 miles, respectively.
My achilles heels, which have been bothering me for about a year, are feeling fine. I've stopped wearing zorries and whenever I wear leather shoes (i.e. not sneakers) I have these rubber heel cups that I use. Not only do they keep pressure off my heels, but they have the added benefit of making me 1/4 inch taller.
The exercise seems to be paying off already. Today when I got on the scale I was flirting with going under 210 (my starting weight was 212.6). I'm looking forward to getting under 200.
So the next step is to change my diet. That's the hard part. I really like pizza. And beer. And fried chicken. And loco moco. And beer. And chicken kelaguin. And strawberry ice cream. For breakfast.