It's amazing. Exercise, eating right, and weight loss are interlinked. So I started wondering: how about exercising a LITTLE bit, ALMOST eating right (except for the box of girl scout Samoas that I downed in one sitting)... that should count for something, RIGHT?? Apparently my pants don't think so... nor do my thighs... and my butt??? Don't even ask him. I tell my friend Becky that it is her fault. Her weight loss lately has been incredible. I think she is secretly leaving those extra pounds in my classroom, and they end up following me home.
I have a disadvantage to begin with, I realize. The past 5 years I began struggling with monthly emotional chaos and depression (yes THAT kind of monthly), and ended up on medication to regulate it. Two years ago, when I started running, my body for some reason began thinking that running was now the medication to regulate this imbalance. Because of this, NOT running is a double whammy for me. A TRIPLE whammy, actually. 1) It makes my daily caloric intake remain higher than my output (thus resulting in unhappy pants). 2) When I don't run... my craving for all things sugary increases as well, and I don't mean a little bit. That craving has been screaming lately for a package of double stuffed OREOS. 5 of them would do... with a nice glass of cold milk (because milk is HEALTHY, right? And as long as you have "stuff" with something healthy it's all good). And last, but definitely the most important: 3) Not running leaves me a blubbering emotional mess. I am not a nice person as a basket-case. My 6th & 7th period classes can attest to this.
So... Hayden has been out of town on work for a few days, which leaves morning runs not possible. I had to go shopping yesterday for a few essentials, and lo-and-behold... there were the Oreos calling my name. Thank heavens the almost $4 price tag convinced me otherwise, but I did find these cookies that were TOTALLY calling my name. $1. Look... they even say that they love me on them. I loved them too. A calorie counting person could tell me how many miles I would have to run in order to burn off all of those calories... which is why I don't have any calorie counting friends. So luckily for Hayden, he has missed out on the non-running, cookie eating, crazy woman the past 3 days. He might be planning a job out of town again soon if I don't get in my running shoes again ASAP.