Remember those measly little 5 lbs I had to lose?
Well now it's up to 8 lbs. Eight pounds is OUT of the "maintenance range!" Eight is almost ten. Really close to ten actually.
I can definitely tell the difference in my body. First, running is harder. I know it's only 8 lbs, but I can feel it. Second, Bikram class. Wearing next to nothing and standing in front of a mirror doing poses for 1.5 hours, definitely reflects any thick spots. My thick spot is my stomach. Last night in class, the extra 8 had me feeling bloated and uncomfortable. I was off balance and unfocused.
What the hell is going on? Where is this coming?
Could it be that I am fooling myself that I am eating as healthy as I used to?
Honestly, I don't shy away from that extra glass of wine. I also run with open arms to a chocolate chip cookie in the afternoon.
I guess I have proved to myself over and over again that I must constantly be diligent about what I eat. Obviously running a bajillion miles won't keep my weight where I want it. I know you've heard this many o' times, but I'm saying it again. It's doesn't come easy people. This is an ongoing battle. I know I am winning, but it's not going to ever go away.
I am only 11 days from the Portland marathon.
I am annoyed that this is on my mind right now.
No song of the day because I'm grumpy.