Today’s weigh in was better than I probably deserved – down 3 pounds. Last week was an unfeasibly large spike, so I expected it to be down significantly. Where it leaves me is about 5 pounds above where I need to be. So I’ll continue my ramped-up efforts with running and generally decreasing inactivity, and watching my intake.
Let’s talk about Saturday. Saturday was a terrible eating day for me. I knew it would be before I even got out of bed. So the first thing I did was go on a 13-mile bike ride with my husband. He’s great like that – always up for some exercise. There are rolling hills up near my house where we rode in the wind and cold for about an hour. Good workout – bicycling uses different leg muscles than running does, and it’s good to hit a variety of forms of exercise to keep the body from getting too comfortable and efficient with one. I have a tendency to flatten tires on my bike almost every time I go for a good workout ride, and this time was no exception – back tire picked up a small sharp rock and was flat by the time we got home. No riding to work until that’s fixed.
Anyway, after our bike ride we went to tea for a friend’s birthday. Tea – meaning, a big carb-laden meal of scones and sandwiches and cakes, and some tea. I don’t think carbs are evil, but I certainly make an effort to avoid baked goods on a regular basis because they fall into the food category of “treat” for me – they have almost nothing that my body needs or wants while packing a large caloric load. After the meal there was wandering and shopping until I had a headache. I headed home and my husband came later. We were both exhausted – bad nutrition will do that to you. So for dinner we actually gave in and ordered a pizza. Thin crispy crust, in an attempt to reduce the card/wheat load, but that was epically lazy. Sometimes you just take the hit.
That’s right, I said it – sometimes you just take the hit to the plan and move on. So I did. Sunday was a rest day, and yesterday I got up and went for a run – 3.2 miles. I didn’t expect much good news on the scale this morning, so last night I set the alarm for early to run again. But when I woke up I realized that I wasn’t in good enough running shape to run every day yet. I still need that rest day between runs (or I just couldn’t see myself following through tomorrow if I got up early today). So I did a quick re-plan and decided to walk to work today. That’s a solid 60 minutes of walking. My husband is fixing my bike today, and tomorrow I’ll be up for a 6am run then riding my bike to work.