Five half-marathons, four 5k races, three sprint triathlons, two 10k races, and one full marathon. All in one year, and all in memory of someone who never knew she was strong.

Monday, November 15, 2010

Listen All Ya'll This is Sabotage

Things I ate this weekend:
Bagel sandwich
Prime rib sandwich
A miniature, fried, fancy wedding appetizer of some kind
Half a wedding cupcake
Salami and cheese on wheat thins
Half a breakfast burrito
Thai food

Things I drank this weekend:
Sea Breeze
Diet Mountain Dew
Diet Coke
Washington Apple

Miles I ran:

So, now that the celebration is over, there is no doubt in my mind why my weigh-in was less than stellar this morning.  Here it is:

Down 2.9 pounds since last time.  Whatever.  I'll take it.  But honestly, I am kind of ticked because, while I only *weigh-in* every two weeks now, you can usually find me checking out the scale every morning.  In the past two weeks, it has been as low as 209, but of course a weekend like this past one would be enough to tack 4 pounds on to anyone.  What I need to do is to stop toying with myself.  From now on, the scale comes out once every two weeks, and that is it.  

Ben at was just talking about that last week. How it shouldn't be about the numbers, but instead about health and feeling good.  And it is, and I do.  Pretty much.  But man, it sure would be nice if I could keep it together long enough for the numbers to mean something.  

Anyway, down almost three pounds.  So that is good, and I'll take it.  And away goes the scale.  No more obsessing on it every morning.  And in the afternoon sometimes. And before and after peeing, just to check bladder capacity.  The next time I see that bathroom appliance will be on December first.  And dammit!  No more missed workouts!  No more slacking! And for godzsake, Poppycock? What was I thinking?


  1. Oh my. Poppycock. Drool.

    I'm happy for your loss! I mean, you ate poppycock for pete's sake!

    And I hear all those anti-scale people. I get it. But I'm a scale person. I just am.

    Good work, even though you're only sort of happy.

  2. Congrats on a loss! That is what matters so try to remember that! I know it is not easy but you are rockin' it!

    FYI, I love Pringles!

  3. That's a great loss! Especially with the weekend. I'm with you, I have a bad habit of stepping on that scale often...way to often. And it always seems on the day I go to Weight Watchers it is up from the day before. :)

  4. Thanks, guys! I AM happy. I promise.

    And you're so right Mrs. I have a such a love-hate with the scale. When it is low, there is nothing that can make me happier. 3 pounds is 3 pounds, Keep on keepin on.

    Christi- the Pringles were reduced fat. Which means nothing when you eat a four inch stack of them :) ARRRRGGH!

    Julie- The scale is so evil. I just need it until I can get below 200. It's an addiction.