I read other blogs that are much more enlightened than my own, much more gracious, focusing on others and expressing love and appreciation. They are truly selfless people. My blog is selfish and focused on me. I apologize for that, especially the following post...
2 months ago, I started training for the Sprint Triathlon. The real purpose of the training and the race was to have a goal, a reason to exercise, and a reason to stick with it. I figured that in changing my habits from rarely working out to working out 6 days a week, I would just naturally lose weight. I made the committment to swim and/or bike for at least half an hour those 6 days a week. Now, I'm up to a mile of swimming, which takes 45 minutes, on swimming days and am supposed to be biking at least 25 miles on biking days.
Now, to be completely honest, the last two weeks I've cheated some on the biking. I only biked 2 days, swimming 4 days, the week before last and last week I biked 3 days, but did those workouts on the trainer due to time and weather constraints. I can only last about and hour and a half on the trainer on any given day, which I know translates to 20 miles or less rather than the 25-30 miles I was supposed to ride last week. The weather has been rather rainy on days that I have time to ride outside, but that's really an excuse. Mostly, I'm just frustrated. Since I enjoy biking less than swimming, biking suffers when I'm frustrated.
I did this to lose weight. I didn't have those wonderful personal goals, like wanting to do a race to push myself to my limits, or wanting to participate in an Ironman. My goal was to lose weight, be skinny again, and be happy when I look in the mirror. Really, part of it is that I want people to look at David and think how lucky he is to have a pretty wife. I know, it's petty and superficial, but if I can't be honest in a blog...
Therein lies my problem. I've increased my activity incredibly in the past 2 months, but I'm not losing weight. Since beginning training, I've only lost 5 permanent pounds. I was once down to 179.6 for a day, but have kind of stuck at 181. Part of the problem is that I tell myself, well, I swam 1 mile today, so I can eat this. Another part is that I just love sweets. I know I've said this before, but if it's there, I'll eat it, and I have a hard time not buying it. I use any excuse: friends coming over for dinner, kids have been good so lets go get ice cream, birthday parties, tough weeks, and any other convenient reason I can come up with. I've become known as the person who makes desserts, so I use that as a reason to make desserts for any occasion. The last part that is a challenge to losing weight is that I'm so frakking HUNGRY after I work out. I'll get home and grab a bag of chips and a handful of M&Ms. The sad thing is, I won't even think about the bowl of apples or the bunch of bananas sitting on the counter. I go right for the bad stuff.
I really despise that the working out isn't enough. It makes me resentful that I spend at least an hour a day now swimming or biking, yet I'm not losing weight and now I have to suck up the fact that I'm going to have to watch what I eat on top of training 1-3 hours a day, 6 days a week. I'm just so upset that now I'm going to have to stop eating what I want and stop drinking what I want, too. I'm pretty sure I've been here before, and said the same stuff, so you can see how much I am trying to avoid this step.
I remember when I started this, that I wanted to be in the 140s by the time our 10 year anniversary came along. Well, 2 months from now we celebrate that anniversary and I've made very little progress towards that goal. A little less than 6 years ago, I weighed 130 pounds. I lost 65 pounds in 8 months back then. Now, I've only lost 5 pounds in 2 months and really almost all of that was in the first month. The more frustrated I get with the weight loss part, the more frustrated I get with being a size 16, the less I enjoy working out. I have this friend who only has to workout 3 times a week, maybe 4 times, for an hour and she loses weight without having to watch what she eats. Not that she needed to lose weight in the first place, and I'm so jealous.
This whole thing makes me feel so shallow. I know that what really makes a person a good person is what's inside, so why do I care about my outside so much? I justify it with statements about how being 180 pounds isn't healthy, and I want to be healthy and live a long life for my kids. But really, it's mostly about me judging myself on my appearances. I want to be that size 6 again. I miss what I looked like in high school. I miss the attention, really, for my looks. Which is completely against every bone in my body, and completely against everything I want to teach my own kids. It's a good thing they're not reading this...