I finally got on the scale today after a couple of months of avoiding it. Let’s just say that the party I’ve been having for the last 3 months has left its mark. Mind you, I know I’m not fat even though I’ll say I am, so don’t be telling me I’m silly. But, I do know that I don’t feel good, my jeans are so tight I have to hold my breath when I’m wearing them, and the thought of pounding the pavement for 13.1 miles carrying an extra 10 pounds is not appealing.
I could say I don’t know what happened, but I know exactly what happened. I had a ball. I had bacon and fresh ricotta pizza at Palace Pizza in Lakeland followed up by some homemade Salted Caramel ice cream. At least three days a week for the last few weeks, I’ve had at least one eggnog latte at Starbucks. Each one of those rings up at about 450 calories with 21 g of fat. I knew it when I did it, and I drank it with joy. I had a Baby Jane at Litton’s in Knoxville on Saturday. It’s just about the best Strawberry Shortcake you’ve ever had your taste buds on, and, the waiter said, since they don’t have it all the time, I should have it. It’s Strawberry Shortcake with White Chocolate Rum Mousse. Well, hell yeah, I’m having that!
Oh, yeah, and let’s not forget the Costa Rica trip that happened three weeks ago. We ate pretty healthy, but I know one night we went out, and I had some kind of pulled pork served over rice that was divine. Of course, that had to be followed up with a cornbread dessert topped with chocolate sauce that didn’t taste like any cornbread I’ve ever eaten. It was more like a thick sweet custard topped with the best darn dark chocolate sauce in South America. And…EVERYDAY….I had a Coconut Cream Frappucino….unbelievable.
I also believe Thanksgiving was sandwiched in there somewhere. Not only was it Thanksgiving, but it was Thanksgiving in Louisiana. So, of course, I had Cafe Au Lait by the gallon. I did stay away from the beignets, but, looking back, I’m not sure why. It’s not like I was watching my diet or anything. My niece made a Pecan Pie Cheesecake that was basically a pecan pie topped with a cheesecake. Of course, I had some. I couldn’t hurt her feelings. She worked so hard on it. 🙂
On top of all the eating, and I’ll tell you every bite was worth it, I almost stopped exercising. I’m pretty active, so, when I stop, I see immediate results. Plus, I’m short. I don’t carry weight very well. An extra 5 pounds will change the way my clothes fit. At least it keeps me honest. I can’t stand to be uncomfortable. So, right now, I’m wearing a lot of lycra, skirts with elastic in them and dresses with loose waistlines. It’s fine. It’ll pass. I just have to get back to it.
My motivation is a half marathon I’m running in February in Austin. I want to be at a good running weight. Every extra pound I have on my frame is multiplied about 5 times when I am running, pounding my feet for 13.1 miles. It’s a perfect storm for an injury. I don’t want any part of it. So, I’ve called in the expert, slave driver, personal trainer Jessica to whip me back into shape. Her nickname is Bitch. I call her that frequently. I’ve signed up for her email coaching which is really more about strength training and building speed and stamina. Along the way, I will lose weight IF I watch my diet. It takes both.
I learned a long time ago that I don’t have to diet. I just have to eat healthy, and my weight will stabilize. But, I do have to cut out the eggnog lattes except on very special occasions. I have to eat lots of fruits and vegetables which I love anyway. I have to cut way down on the desserts and sweets I’ve been having. I’m going to go back to my acupuncturist’s recommendation of cutting out wheat and sugar. I’ve decided I will cut down on dairy, and I really can’t decide on the caffeine thing right now. I have to be realistic. Wheat is going to be tough enough. That stuff is in everything.
So, that’s the plan. We’ll see what happens by mid-February when I show up in Austin. Too bad they won’t have eggnog lattes after Valentine’s Day. I’m sure I’d love to have one after the race. But, there will always be chocolate….and, chocolate is good for you! I hope you see less of me starting next week. Wish me luck. As long as I’m back to my workouts, I will be feeling better. That’s the biggest thing I care about. I want my energy back.