Two Pounds of Talking Trash

I think somewhere about 2 post ago. I talked about not counting calories or tracking. Well here’s the truth I’m sure some of you already know. To lose weight, you need to be accountable in some form for what you’re eating. 

So I joined Weight Watchers.

Am I new to Weight Watchers? No. In fact during the meeting, the group leader Mickey stops, looks at me and says: “You’ve been here before haven’t you?” I nod yes. She then proceeds to say: “Welcome Home!”

It has actually only been a year since I left Weight Watchers, I still had my old log and everything. So how much weight did this plus size interval trainee gain in 1 year and 2 months and 4 days to be exact ?

2 pounds! 

What’s that you say? That can’t be right!?  Oh, but it is!

I laughed when I saw it. I realized I have in fact been exercising enough to maintain weight loss and if I had started maybe just a bit sooner having true accountability for the foods that I eat, I might have lost some weight.

So it’s week two for me and I weighted in yesterday. I lost 4.8 lbs, the 2 lbs and then some!

So my first 5K is this Saturday. I’m not running. I’m walking it with some friends of mine and I’m still truly excited. I don’t have a bucket list, but I’m gonna create one so I can cross it off!

Happy Wednesday All!

-J.

 

The Fear of Running While Fat

Today made a post to my MYFITNESSPAL blog and I can not believe the response I received.  It overwhelmingly made my day. I’m reposting it here.

I’ve been struggling emotionally lately trying to express what trying to lose over 100lbs feels like and I think that sharing my journey with words may be exactly what I need, and hopefully inspire others.

So welcome! Read on for my first steps.

So I’ve read all I can about running.  I woke up this morning and it was drizzling, for a split second I thought about going back to bed but I had spent half of my night reading blogs about being a plus side runner and looking for information on how to overcome my fear. I got dressed.  Black tee, Black leggings–because god forbid I run in a pair of shorts, and then a hoodie.

I stretched, put on my Pandora workout station and started in for my first six minutes of walking and when the time came I…….kept walking. I wanted to lift my legs and become a “penguin” ( a penguin is the name for slow runners). This went on for 25 minutes, I was really enjoying the walk itself, the music was perfect, but cars kept driving by or people were on the street and I just couldn’t bring myself to do it.

But then I saw a mom and daughter walking to the bus stop. The girl looked like she was maybe a high school teen, and she was pretty large, dare I even say my size?? And I could tell that the short walk she was taking was really difficult for her. For some reason that was all I needed.

That was the moment, I knew right then and there it didn’t matter what anybody thought the reason I was doing this is because I don’t want to struggle to breath when I walk to the bus stop, because darn’t  I have the strength to run, so I should run! Because I need to do SOMETHING to control my emotions and find a release.  I NEED TO RUN!So I cut through an alley, walked it halfway and then ran the rest.

I couldn’t believe it!  I had just ran, and then I ran a little more, and then my fear of all fears happened. A car literally stopped in the middle of the street and watched me. I stopped in my tracks, but engaged full power walk status. I was a little mortified but I’m happy it happened because I lived through it AND  I didn’t die. I did a rest walk and tried again, and I’ll  keep doing it tommorow!!

I cannot explain the range of emotions that I had this morning, and though I probably only ran for a total of maybe 2 minutes. I ran, and I ran outside and in front of people darnit and I feel great!