Well, since you asked…
I’ve been meaning to post a status update of sorts for a while. You know, the skinny (or not so skinny) on how things have been since I rejoined Weight Watchers, if the foot is healed, how the gradual walking to C25K to eventual half marathon running training plan is working out, how I’m enjoying the beautiful summer weather.
But every time I sat down to write said progress update post, it wound up reading a bit like this.
I’m still fat*.
My foot hurts.
That half is so far away, I’ve got plenty of time.
Oh, I’m slightly less fat**! Oh wait, nevermind, I’m the same amount of fat again.
Why is Massachusetts hotter than the face of the sun?
Does anyone remember why I wanted to run a half marathon again? I forget.
God, I’m fat***. I wish I had a cookie.
I’ll never run again. Stupid foot, I loathe you.
Oh, cookies! I love cookies!
Walk? In this humidity? ARE YOU INSANE?
You know what is awesome in the humidity? ICE CREAM. WITH COOKIES.
So, while all very true things that I have said, out loud, over the past few months, they don’t exactly make for scintillating blog post reading. But at the end of the day, that has been the state of this particular union.
I don’t want to write one of those posts where I swear to you, and to me, and to everyone in the universe that THIS TIME is the time, that starting now, everything will change. You say those things too often, and I do, they start to sound cheap and hollow. I have, however, starting to realize some things about myself, so I figured I’d share those. with you.
I avoid things that are uncomfortable. Confrontation, weigh-ins I know won’t be in my favor, exercise (especially in the heat), any type of food restriction.
I am a complete creature of habit. I don’t fear change, but I find the action of changing uncomfortable, so… see above.
I am a sheep (baaaaa, Jess). I started running because all of my friends were running. I’m not even sure I like running. (There was a time when I was pretty sure I loved running, even though I agree with Jess that is is boring as all get out). A huge part of the reason I want to run a half marathon is because all my friends have. I don’t think that is the best reason, and I don’t think it’s enough to get me across the finish line.
I kind of like being fat****. Okay, no. I don’t like being fat. But I understand being fat. It is what I know. I have functioned this was for years. Anything that strays from this is change, and thus uncomfortable, and thus… see above.
I really like cookies.
So, it turns out this is one of those rambly posts that sort of goes nowhere. But I think those are okay sometimes? I don’t know, I’ve had a lot on my mind and it feels good to unload some of it.
If you’re curious, the actual status update is that I’m down 1.6 pounds since rejoining Weight Watchers (at week two, there was another 1 at the front of that number), the foot is better but not completely, walking happens when it happens, and I loathe the humidity more than I can talk about.
*Don’t freak out, it’s just a word.
** Seriously, I’m not being all self loathing over here. Just a word, not a weapon.
***Fat. I’m fat. I’m talking about myself, so that pretty much makes it okay to say ‘fat’. But if you want to call me fat, that’s fine too.
****Fatty fatty fat fat 🙂