I had a wake up call last week...no weight loss, in fact weight GAIN! I was frustrated, mad, shocked, disappointed, perplexed and felt like giving up. Then I pondered over what went wrong, how can I be running 20 km's a week and still gain weight? How could it be possible to add pounds when I sweat my butt off 30-45 minutes 4 times a week? ARRRGHHHHH!
I chalk it up to two things: Just because I have run for 1/2 an hour doesn't give me carte blanche at dinner time and, I just don't have it in the genes, that is my reality.
So here I am festering over the fact that people like my fiance can eat lovely whopping slabs of jammy toast and 2 eggs (his breakfast this morning) while I sit there, after running for 1/2 hour, nibbling on a slice of bread for diabetics, how is this fair? Well, if I had always nibbled on diabetic bread I wouldn't be in this predicament of being over weight. That being said, my fiance is also equipped with a fast burning metabolism and an "off" switch when it comes to eating at meal time. I am equipped with a love of food and "i've had enough" comes 10 minutes too late at most mealtimes. Genetics play a deeper role here, if you have the right genes to fit into the right jeans (sorry, I could NOT resist) your weight just isn't an issue for you, thank your lucky stars for that little daily miracle. Just a word of advice for my lovely fiance from a ravenous, disgruntled dieting girlfriend on the warpath, practice your ducking reflexes for those mealtimes when a fork, carefully aimed, comes flying across the dinner table......
I love you and i'm just kidding, a dinner roll has much better balance.
Telling myself "You can't do it" has gotten me nowhere when it comes to self image. This year I turned 39 and decided to tell myself "You can at least TRY". This is a chronicle of my attempt at getting into shape, sticking to my goals and all the trials and triumphs that come along with it.
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