I was weighed at the doctor's office this morning. 160 freaking pounds. 160! Yes, I was fully clothed. And yes, I had salty foods at the Flyers game last night. OK, so that takes me down to, what, 157? That's still five pounds beyond my heaviest weight ever. How the F did this happen?
It does explain some things, however.
Like how my average pace of all my runs, not just my long runs, is about 9 minutes per mile these days.
And how my pants are all a bit tight in the seat. (Silly me; I thought I was getting more muscular from the boot camp classes! HAHAHAHAHAHA! Theia = Moron! Who knew???)
The way I see it, I have a few options.
1. Weight Watchers.
2. The Biggest Loser.
3. Supermodel Training Camp, aka Anorexia 101.
4. Teach more classes at the gym.
5. Double workouts every freaking day of my freaking life.
6. Sign up for another Olympic distance tri.... or three.
7. Other suggestions?
3 comments:
Oh man, I can empathize with you -- last year after I broke my foot, I felt sorry for myself and ate a LOT of crap and for the first time in my life could barely button up my pants. I was disgusted with myself. The pants kept getting tighter and tighter until one day they were pretty bad, and that literally shook me out of my funk and got my ass in gear. Never again, I tell you!! NEVER AGAIN.
Drink Shakeology with me! Girl. I am loving this stuff. SO good for you, helping me with my cravings and bloating. Just love it!
Hmm... yeah. You've been working out more than I have, I've been a little lazy since marathon then surgery last September. The only thing that works for me now that I'm 30-14 is cutting back on grains & eating more veggies. And it works a lot slower than it did a decade ago. Grrr.
You're still fabulous, though. You know that, right?
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