Along with our car, our kitchen stuff, and all the other good things one gets when their move finally arrives, I also received something I knew would be bearer of bad news: my scale.
Sure, I have weighed myself here and there since arriving in Manila, but it was not my usual scale and I know calibration varies, so I was taking it with a grain of salt.
Did I know I gained weight? Heck yeah! I just didn’t know how much, since I was afraid to face the scale even before leaving DC.
Turns out, since my marathon and wedding I put on 20 pounds.
20 POUNDS!!! Lily weighs 9 lbs now, so it’s like I tackled one Lily to each thigh, with a bit more to spare.
Some of this was right after our wedding – we gorged ourselves on our honeymoon and subsequent week in Rio. I wasn’t worried as I knew everything would go back to normal when I arrived in DC and was back at long-distance running. Then I had the MRI on my foot and was told “no running for a month” then when I ventured back out, I had the mysterious hip pain that got me limping, and it was another month away until I was back at it.
By then, we already knew we were moving to Manila and our whole routine was out of the window, and who wants to diet when they’re saying goodbye to a country? It was dinners out, and “we won’t have Tex-Mex for two years” excuses. Then traveling and moving, and though I was back running when I left DC (I did run two half-marathons and one ten miler during my last month there), I haven’t run anything over 4 miles since landing in Manila.
Heck, I can’t even say I’ve run 3 miles a week since I’ve been there (which is a far cry from my 20-30 miles this time last year). And we’ve been eating out a LOT.
I don’t think I put on much weight since arriving in Manila, at most 5lbs, if that much. All of the weight was put on during those 5 months right after the wedding.
20 lbs!!! I’m at my fattest EVER. I can’t wear half of my dresses, because though they still fit, they just look too hoochy-mama with all the extra curves tugging at the seams.
And it’s no wonder running is now so tough. I am carrying a lot more weight! My legs, which have always been jiggly, are now worse than ever. Even wearing my beloved running skirts is offensive since there’s just so much wobbliness in full view. Half of my sleeveless running shirts are too tight to be decent, and forget about me in a bikini, it looks like everything is about to pop out.
(Talking of bikinis, true story from this week: I put on my bikini bottom and saw how small it was on the back “Oh, crap, I put on backwards!” Took it off, turned it around, and then realized, nope, the back was correct the first time around… *sad face*)
Now how does one get back into the swing of things, when you pretty much have that sinking “why bother?” feeling after you gained more weight than you even thought possible? We all know that losing 20lbs is WAY harder and take WAY longer than gaining 20lbs does.
I’m not looking for sympathy, and “poor you” attitude here – it sucks, I know it, I know you agree. What I’m looking for is motivation, tips, ideas, and anything that can help and motivate me to get back to the same shape I was last year. Was that body perfect? Far from it. But it was enough that I could pose for pictures in a bikini and not even untag myself when they got posted on Facebook…