Wednesday, July 9, 2014

It's finally over.

The DietBet ended yesterday and my final weigh-in wasn't enough to win my money back. I'm a little aggravated about it, but I'm trying to be positive. Because despite the loss, the entire endeavor was pretty successful. I lost four of the pesky 10lbs that I gained over the last two years and I started regularly running again. I'm only doing two miles maximum; I need to feel like I can keep proper form for longer than that before I add on. No more getting hurt, dagnabbit!

I want to start racing 5Ks instead of, you know, just finishing them. To that end, I convinced Nate to sign up for the Northborough Applefest 5K with me on September 20th. I'm not sure if I'll actually make a training plan schedule for it though. I'm going to try a different approach, one where I have a set of different workouts that I can select from based on how I'm feeling that day (or week). The whole one-size-fits-all training plan doesn't work well for me since I have to pay extra attention to my form now. It's better not to convince myself that I have to run x number of miles that day, despite the fact that my hip or lower back are bothering me. Those are the days I should work on stabilization and strengthening the weaknesses.

The last four weeks were a dietary challenge (nightmare, really). I logged my food and set my calorie target at 1350 kcal. Most of the time, I was ravenously hungry and a complete cranky pain in the butt. I had zero tolerance for any level of irritation:
I spent a lot of energy reminding myself to at least attempt civility.
The entire month made me wonder how I even managed to make it to goal weight in 2009. It's difficult to remember how restrictive I was at that stage in my life. I remember feeling like a giant know-it-all brat who didn't want to listen to anyone who might be concerned about me. In retrospect, a lunch of 12 almonds, 6 Triscuits and a package of dry tuna does not sound healthy. Or delicious. Or edible. I have no idea how I did it. Over the last four and a half years, I've cultivated a more or less healthy relationship with food. It's not perfect, but that's okay. The most important thing is that I remain mindful of and honest about my eating habits.