So, a while back I said I was going to stop weighing myself until after the triathlon.
You should know that I am a total lying lie face.
I’ve been weighing myself, but, interestingly enough…I haven’t really been giving that much of a shit about it. This is a very, very good and big development for me.
The thing is, I’ve actually lost a weight since I started training for the tri…about 11 pounds in just under 2 months. It is isn’t surprizing, given that I went from basically sedentary to training 5 to 6 times per week. I haven’t been counting calories or really paying that much attention to what I eat (though I do tend to eat healthier when I am exercising more. My body seems to crave junk less).
I’m pleased about the weight loss, but not thrilled. I mostly feel glad that I now have 11 fewer pounds to drag up those hills. This feels quite mentally healthy to me…and Lord knows I need to find my moments of mental health when ever I can*
Always good for my mental health:
* Case in point: a co-worker has a very banal and not that well written blog and a Twitter account where she occasionally posts passive aggressive things about me and/or my sweet administrative assistant. How do I know this…because I keep checking it, even though it completely annoys me every single time. Why do I do this? Must stop!