Anyway, it was one year ago today that I hit my goal weight, under 150 pounds! 149.4 to be exact.
All I've ever wanted was to weigh less than my very active, naturally thin husband. Why does he have to make it so difficult?? So where am I now, one year later? (I just ran downstairs to take this picture!)
|God, I can't stand my feet! But I won't weigh-in with unnecessary things like socks!|
As you can see, I'm up 7.6 pounds in a year. That sucks. And it doesn't suck. Any other time I've lost weight, 1). I never, EVER, reached goal, and 2). whatever I did lose, I would have gained it all back, PLUS some. I'm not happy because I still want to be in the 130's. I also said somewhere about a month ago, that I would be back to goal by now or around my niece's wedding, which is 8/31. Some bad habits (like snacking at night) have crept in. I need to work more on that, but I am content in knowing I STILL am such a LONG way away from the Linda of 2009. The 229 pound Linda would never have believed she would be able to run one mile, let alone 7, 8 or 9!
|I really need to learn how to sync my Garmin to my computer!!|
This Linda ran 7 miles yesterday. I've fallen behind in my half marathon training and I have a 5k and a 10k coming up on 9/8 and 9/15. Saturday it was raining cats and dogs, so of course I couldn't run then. I knew yesterday was supposed to be cooler and pleasant, so I made a plan. I told my husband I would go out first, hopefully do 4 miles and pick him up for another 3, since he needs to train again for the 5k. (The poor thing works 6 days/week. Before or after a 10 hour day, the last thing he wants to do is run.) I ran slowly. I wanted to make sure I didn't crap out and not finish. I went around my neighborhood, encountering my first stray dog, a pit bull, of course. She didn't look pleased with me and my heart rate skyrocketed, realizing I had nothing but my phone and iPod for protection. She decided to let me go, thank God. I headed back at 4 miles and about a 1/4 mile away I see a dude running. It was actually Charlie looking to meet up with me. What a sight for sore eyes!
I ran home for a 2 minute break and some water I left out on the porch. I'm surprised I didn't need to use the bathroom. We headed back out and ran another very slow 2.5 miles. I couldn't make small talk. Hell, I couldn't hardly look up. I just put my head down and tried to plow through. When we were done and had about 1/10th of a mile walk to the house, my legs felt like lead. I said to Charlie, "Oh my God. I can totally see how some people lock up just feet from the finish line!" It was horrible, but I made it home without Charlie having to carry me. I drank my water and stretched, a lot.
When I got in the house I ate some leftover chocolate chip coffee cake I made for Charlie Jr's birthday get-together and drank another cup of coffee. Mistake. It totally killed my g.i. tract. Thankfully, this didn't happen ON my run. So, I decided to skip church and take a nice long, hot shower. But when I got in, I remembered I had some Epsom salts, and I thought maybe a long soak in a hot bath would be better, so that's what I did. And I think it really helped. I'm not as sore as I have been in the past after a long run. I can walk down the stairs! I think that might become part of the routine now.
So, a year later and I need to take a refresher course in all of the tactics I used to lose those 75 pounds. I'd say it's the lack of control that creeps in around dinner time. I need to go back to my "no food after dinner" rule and eat my dessert earlier in the day. That should do the trick. Getting out of this house and getting a job might just help, too!