Do you ever feel like you’re trying to reinvent the wheel when attempting to lose weight? My entire weight loss career has been a Planes, Trains & Automobiles of weight loss. I feel like I have wasted so much gas trying to get to the one place I need to go, but I also keep forgetting that, despite all the detours, I am much closer to “home” than I was yesterday, six months ago, or two years ago.
The left picture is what I think of when I read about all my other friends who are at, or within ounces of, their goal weight. It is stupid of me to think that way when I know first hand that it is the actually the picture on the right for almost everyone, not just me.
I can’t hide it well when I’m moody, can I? Probably why I’m terrible at poker, or lying, or telling parents their baby is “cute.” Last month I proclaimed that “June would be better” than May, and though I’m not supercalifragofficially counting my stats until Sunday the 30th, today’s check-in was a flop. Over the last four weeks, not counting the huge PMS gain/drop/wash out in between, I gained 0.4 pounds. That could change for better or worse come Sunday, but not by a lot.
Activity or nutrition weren’t issues at all (well, I have enjoyed a few happy hours this month, but nothing crazy). One can argue that I’m training for a half and shouldn’t expect to lose any weight. Or, because I’ve quit smoking, it is inevitable that I am going to gain weight. (For those keeping score: 13 days cigarette free and 8 days completely nicotine free!) The bottom line is, those are all excuses, and could have been circumvented if I was really, really strict about things. Or…if I really want to live and die by the scale. Which I don’t.
I feel good about myself and I feel healthy. Ditching the smelly smokes has made me cranky here and there, and I’ve had to mentally squash a few cravings, but it will only ever be a wise decision on my part. And last Sunday, I added another mile to my “longest distance completed” record with a pretty decent average pace, too! I had to stop and restart this run because a quarter mile into the first attempt, my pants kept falling down and I had to go home to change. On the way home, I was near tears (and I don’t cry, ever, really) and wanting to give up completely. But I didn’t.
I refused to believe that after all the hard work I’ve put in to better myself in the month of June, that I wouldn’t get ANYTHING measurable out of it, so I pulled out the tape. When you’re honest about what you’ve been up to, at least one of these things, the scale or the tape, ain’t gonna lie. I was pleased to see that I am an inch or more down in almost every body part, or the same in the parts that I can’t really help, like my boobs and my thunder thighs. Full comparison stats, including weights and measures, will be posted on Sunday afternoon.
Sunday afternoon, when I get home from my second race!
Despite its name, the Pasadena Marathon had to cut the 26.2 out due to lack of city approval and permits, so they’re only having the half marathon, 10K, 5K, and kids’ fun run. I’m doing the 10K because, just like my first race, I already have 6 miles on the training schedule that day. Two birds, one medal. Also? Practice! Unlike my first one, this race is a medium-sized official event with an expo, vendors, street closures and all that fancy stuff.
Anyway, circling back to the title of this post: Reinventing the Wheel. I am debating even talking about this because who knows how dedicated I will be, but on Monday, July 1st, I’m starting Whole30. A new way of restricting disguised as a new way of eating. It’s like Paleo but stricter. Super strict eating. Totally up my alley, right? My girlfriend and I are doing it together, so maybe that will help. I’ve read about any downsides of doing this while also maintaining a rigorous workout routine (like running), and the first-hand accounts varied wildly. Everyone is different, so I won’t know how I’ll handle it until I’m knee deep in it.?I am really and truly going to try my best; I love the idea of consuming no sugar or processed crap, but no promises.