Week 7, Day 1. 2.5 miles on the docket today, but it’s also Saturday, which means weigh-in day. I was extremely hopeful because my jeans were fitting well this week and someone asked me if I’d been losing weight. Until this week, my husband was seeing the benefits, but I wasn’t.
So, I excitedly hopped on the scale before our run this morning and saw … I’d gained half a pound? After gaining the past two weeks also? 
I was so depressed I didn’t even want to run.
What’s the point? I thought. I’m running three times a week and gaining weight, so why bother.
I evaluated my eating habits from the week and acknowledged that maybe I hadn’t done great this week, but certainly it couldn’t have been bad enough to counteract three days of running, could it?
My husband, in an effort to make me feel better, put himself on the scale only to discover he’d lost more weight. Thanks, honey. I feel loads better.
My mood didn’t improve when I couldn’t find my ear gear and dropped a stroller on my toe while looking for it.
As with most of our running days, though, it didn’t take long to get over it. Phil picked a new route today, and it took us across a one-lane bridge and past a wooded area near what looked like an old mill. It was lovely.
Early in the run, I felt like I was on autopilot. Between mile 1 and 2, I felt like I was dragging a little. Around the 2 mile mark, I picked up the pace, convincing my feet that yes, we were still running and walking was not an option.
With a few blocks to go, I had to take over pushing the stroller for Phil because his calf tightened up. We actually shared the burden for the last few blocks, and when we hit our stopping point, I was sure I was going to throw up. Nevermind that I didn’t have anything in my stomach.
We normally high-five after a run, but both of us were recovering, so we forgot. Our time today was just a shade over 33 minutes.
Years ago, I used to help my mom at the end of the Reagan 5K run. We’d snip electronic tags off people or take their numbers or something. I’d see people gasping for breath, puking and dripping with sweat, and I’d wonder, why in the world do they do it? Why put yourself through it?
I felt like those people a little today. I’m not sure I have the answers, but I know that the yucky feelings pass quickly and eventually I feel really good about what we’ve done.
Weight loss or no weight loss, maybe that’s where I need to focus. We’re still doing a good thing, even if the scale wants to tell me a different story.
Sometimes the scale doesn’t read how you think it should. I remember getting onto the scales and noticing no weight loss, and sometimes I was even a few pounds heavier. But, I felt better than ever and my clothes were getting baggy. In the end I ditched the scales and brought a measuring tape. So much more reliable and encouraging. Wish you all the best with your weight loss goals 🙂
One thing I learned when I was doing LA Weight Loss (I miss having expendable income like that) is that you rarely lose inches and pounds at the same time. Most of the time it’s one or the other, some people will go down a size in jeans and the scale says the same thing, then all of a sudden it says they lost ten pounds! Also, remember that what you’re wearing, if you’ve used the restroom and all that goes into it too. Jeans weigh an average of 3-5 pounds where pj’s weigh less and we all fluctuate up to 5 pounds in a single day. Does any of this help? maybe, maybe not. Remember that it’s the healthiness not the weight (as much as it may suck) and the act of exercising and feeling healthy it what is going to make the impact on your kids. 🙂