Friday, April 05, 2013
I was there or at least almost there - back to the 135 hover, feeling good in my clothes, and running with speed comparable to my fastest since I started 6-7 years ago. But life happened. And then came the most recent 6 weeks+ of near downtime with norovirus, major bout with EIA (exercise induced asthma) that curtailed workouts, three week family visit with limited workout chances, mother's illness and hospital stay ruling out workouts for over a week, and finishing up with a strep infection.
Whew. Not drastic in terms of what many face, but it still took its toll on me. I've been rebuilding the running since my return to NJ - haven't dared get back on the bike yet, plus I'm a runner first, and can't help feeling the need to get that back to normal first. I haven't, though, been as good as I should about eating and the still decreased activity volume hasn't helped.
So. No surprise when I finally saw 150+ on the scale. I'm making that MY trigger to MOVE. More activity, less mindless eating.
Yesterday was my first good day back and I was rewarded today with a 149.6 on the scale. It's only 6.4 ounces from the 150 border, but it's a start. And it looks BIG from my eyes.
Note, the 150 border is scary to me personally because it represents a slide back to a much heavier time (most of my life) and I know I got there by making unhealthy choices. I feel those extra 15 lbs or so when I run, I feel them when I climb stairs, I feel them when I breathe, I feel them when I put on my clothes, and I know that beyond the extra weight, the "rest" of me isn't in its best condition either.
So. Here's to moving more, making better choices, and creeping ever further south of THAT particular border.