So the weight loss thing has been stagnant. Not because of my body. But because I haven’t been as rigorous in tracking my calories and monitoring what I eat. The brilliant thing is that I’ve maintained my 203.4 pounds for the last two and a half weeks.
Why is this awesome?
Because it means that even without tracking, I’m making conscious choices. SURE. I could be losing weight a lot quicker. Sure. I could definitely be monitoring stricter and not drinking so many beers when we go to visit all these San Diego breweries. And sure, I could definitely say no to some tater tots, but I’m trying to find a good balance.
Since November, when I decided to regain control of my life and find my health again, I’ve been steadily losing weight. Even if it was just a few pounds a month, it was a continuous downward trend.
Up until March.
March was a busy month for me and I was on the East Coast in Washington, DC and NYC for two weeks. I left weighing 209 pounds, and I came back the beginning of April weighing 209 pounds.
I was definitely upset.
I was in the middle of writing my 5K race recap when I heard the news about the tragedy at the Boston Marathon yesterday.
My heart sank and I felt like somebody punched me in the guts. I was overwhelmed with sadness, anger and worry all at the same time. I cried throughout the day. I cried for the runners I’ve never met. Their family. The spectators cheering them on. The entire running community.