I reminisce about the days about a year ago when I was in prime form. I was running regularly and in decent shape. Nowadays? It's more like prime-rib form.
It's a well-known fact that I like to eat. It's a lesser-known fact that the scale is my enemy. No, not because it displays astronomically high numbers, but because it drives me to complacency. This complacency has made my weight fluctuate much like Oprah's. While the amount of fluctuation doesn't hold a flame to what Oprah has accomplished over the years, it's still a fluctuation and it confuses the heck out of my wardrobe.
It's a well-known fact that I like to eat. It's a lesser-known fact that the scale is my enemy. No, not because it displays astronomically high numbers, but because it drives me to complacency. This complacency has made my weight fluctuate much like Oprah's. While the amount of fluctuation doesn't hold a flame to what Oprah has accomplished over the years, it's still a fluctuation and it confuses the heck out of my wardrobe.
Anytime I hit the scale and see a number that is close to normal, I subconsciously ramp up my eating regimen. Especially if I have been working out more and eating healthier to shed a few, when I see a number that pleases me, I stop working out and resume eating as usual. I wish I knew why. I wish I would stop the vicious cycle.
Well lately, things have not been pretty. Half my work wardrobe is out of commission due to acute snuggness, yet I refuse to go up a size and waste money on new clothes that surely won't fit when I drop back down to my normal size. So, instead, I continue to spend money on large portions of food and rotate through the same four roomiest work outfits each week. I don't hop on the scale anymore. I don't work out regularly. I eat with reckless abandon. And, during my latest excursion to visit my childhood friend Laura in Boston, I gave the term "glutton" a whole new meaning.
But as my 10th year high school reunion looms ahead a mere month from now, I've decided to change things up a bit. No more watching The Biggest Loser while eating ice cream cake. No more eggplant parmesan for breakfast. And, no more sleeping through the alarm so I can't work out in the morning. It's time to downgrade to "like" handles.
So this week, I decided to get back into a running routine in the morning and possibly do some other cross training. Well, Thursday night I almost got leveled by an SUV while running through a crosswalk. I'm not sure which was louder--my screams of horror or the screeching brakes. And, today, as fate may have it, I sprained my ankle and fell after stepping on a bulbous tree nut while running through the neighborhood.
Game over.
Time to come up with another plan to slim down. Or embrace my new form. Thank goodness I was only at my high school for two years, cause most people won't recognize me anyways!
But as my 10th year high school reunion looms ahead a mere month from now, I've decided to change things up a bit. No more watching The Biggest Loser while eating ice cream cake. No more eggplant parmesan for breakfast. And, no more sleeping through the alarm so I can't work out in the morning. It's time to downgrade to "like" handles.
So this week, I decided to get back into a running routine in the morning and possibly do some other cross training. Well, Thursday night I almost got leveled by an SUV while running through a crosswalk. I'm not sure which was louder--my screams of horror or the screeching brakes. And, today, as fate may have it, I sprained my ankle and fell after stepping on a bulbous tree nut while running through the neighborhood.
Game over.
Time to come up with another plan to slim down. Or embrace my new form. Thank goodness I was only at my high school for two years, cause most people won't recognize me anyways!
