No weigh in again today. I just couldn't deal with it. I had pizza & breadsticks last night and it was bloat city in my squishy bod.
I did, however, get out the tape measure this morning. Unfortunately that was probably more depressing than the scale would have been. But it's a wake up call.
Since August 7th, the last time I measured, I've gained an inch in my chest, a half inch on my waist, and an inch & a half on my hips. Ugh.
I was so mad at myself this morning, which is probably a good thing. I'm not beating myself up or anything--just ready to do something about it. Really ready. Ready ready.
I've got to be. I've got clothes to wear that aren't fitting right, and that just won't stand, man.
I'm still running--I got in 2.7 miles yesterday and will run 4ish today. But as anyone who's trained for a long race can tell you, you're more likely to gain weight while training than to lose. You just get so hungry after those long runs. Plus you sometimes feel like you've got free reign to eat whatever you want because you're putting in so many miles. But it's not that many miles, and "calories in" are still an issue even when you're a runner.
And I've got to get back to weight training classes. Haven't been in over 2 weeks, and I miss it terribly. So do my muscles. I hope they aren't atrophying too badly.
So I may be starting the Fat Loss Code Cracking sooner rather than later. I just can't let this get any more out of hand than it is.