A Weighted Issue

I. Hate. My. Scale.

Seriously.

Like many women that I know, I am constantly struggling with my weight and the way that I view my body.  This became especially frustrating just the other day when I stepped on the scale and had an "OMG...WTF just happened" moment.  Of course, I stepped off of the scale, took a deep breath, and got back on it... just to make sure that it wasn't trying to April Fools' me.  It wasn't.

See, I have this problem.  I am usually a very healthy person.  Like I have mentioned in previous posts, I have been running for years.  Sometimes running is accompanied with weights or even at times, swimming.  So, I am normally pretty active.  But, like most people know, weight gain is not just about how much or how little you work out... it is of course, what you eat and drink and blah, blah, blah.  I know the drill.  The problem that I am having is the "I am so happy and in love and can eat anything that my husband eats and then stay at home and cuddle with him instead of working out" epidemic.  Trust me.  It exists.

I love the fact that Hubs and I are enjoying our first year.  When we first moved in together, we laughed because we both gained a bit of weight.  Ha!  Ha!  A few pounds!  So funny!  I decided to get on Weight Watchers, join a boot camp, and  really make the effort to get back in shape.  What happens?  He loses the extra pounds... and somehow I gained a few more.  Someone please tell me if this makes any sense at all?!?!?

I could sit around and bitch and moan about this all day... but that would be very counterproductive.  Instead, I am planning drastic measures to get back to a body that makes me happy and to a place where I can actually start training for the dreaded, I mean, the much anticipated pre-30 marathon. 

The plan: 5 miles, for 5 days, for 5 weeks, along with healthy eating and portion control.  I'm not planning on killing myself over this nor do I want to get hurt in the process.  If I start to feel like it is too much then I will surely tweak the plan.  I just need some crazy goal to get me motivated.

Day 1 and 5 miles are done... here's to the next 24 running days...  Wish me luck!

Oh.  And the scale is going in the closet.  Have I mentioned how much I hate that thing???