Weeks 8 & 9 - I'm Throwing My Scale Off A Cliff

Yeah. It's official. I'm over weighing myself every week. I'm at the predictable part of my weight loss / training plan when I say "THE SCALE IS JUST A SOCIETAL CONSTRUCT ANYWAY WHAT IS WEIGHT ANYWAY WHO CARES JUST LOVE YOUR BODY".

Okay, maybe not that extreme. But for real, I know I go through this shit every time, and I'm back in my predictable place, but I'm just so sick of being super bummed out about gaining a pound or two when I have PMS or eat too many bagels. It's dumb. I wish I didn't get so frustrated by it, but I do, and if I can't be okay with it then I just need to stop weighing myself. The end. 

I don't mean this to turn into a big 'ol rant about my weight, so I'm going to leave it how I left it in my negotiation with myself - stick to the calorie plan, stick to my training plan, weigh myself after my race and see what happens. Once I stopped weighing myself last week I was able to actually look in the mirror and SEE the change in my body, which is something I wasn't really focused on when I was hyper-sensitive about the number on the scale. I'm torn because the number does really matter to me, but if I can't use it constructively then I don't think I can use it at all. So, SEE YA SCALE!

In other news, I am still running around south Nashua with a dog in tow and we are both happier about the warmer weather. One day it hit the mid-50's during a short run for Cooper and I and he acted like we were running through a volcano. What kind of dog from Alabama can't handle a mild day? Jeesh.

I'm happy to say that I still feel like my body is going to explode when I run but I am somehow improving my pace with almost every single outing. I finally hit a sub-12 minute pace! Of course I've run faster miles and have for a while, but my average has been in the 12 minute mile range for a few weeks now. I know that's really slow and unimpressive in the running world, but you're talking to a sprinter, here. I would basically drag my feet and arms on the ground groaning when we had to a run ONE LAP around the track for warm-ups in track. ONE LAP. 

Finally!

It probably shouldn't have taken me this long, but I've started to realize that I have to stick with the plan no matter what. For the first month or so I would take my "off" days on Friday because I was tired from the week and didn't want to get up early Friday morning.  Sort of an okay-excuse, but not that great. I would use it on a day that didn't really need it, and then sometimes my week would blow up or Adam would have to work on the weekend and I suddenly was stuck with my elliptical instead of running outside (huge difference for me). Or I would get sick and not be able to do anything. Or my entire HOUSE WOULD GET SICK and I would be running the ship trying to keep everything afloat. The moral of the story: don't use preference to take a day off when you don't need to, because then you might be stuck with *life happening* and have no other choice. 

I'm almost to the halfway point, and my main concern isn't if I can do it or not. It's that I'll wake up the day of and just be "off". That I'll have one of those days when I don't really feel like running - my back hurts, I'm tired, I'm bloated, whatever. I want to be able to enjoy it, and I know it's going to be hard for me anyway without my running partner (Cooper). Le sigh. For now, we celebrate the fact that...

Another month bites the dust! With a check mark in every box! Hell Yeah!

Weight check in: Who Cares

Song of the week: Runnin' Down A Dream by Tom Petty And The Heartbreakers - such a fun one to run to!