3.25.2013

Why running is making me fat(ter)

OK, so maybe it's not actually running's fault.

And technically, I haven't actually weighed myself or anything, so I'm probably not actually getting fatter.

All I know is that my cousin and I completed our first 5K of the "warm" running season and as soon as I crossed that finish line I wanted a pizza.

Or some nachos.

Did I mention it was 10:15 in the morning? I settled for a bagel quarter, a banana and a celebratory beer (because it WAS 10:15 in the morning after all and we just finished a 5K hosted by a BAR), but I still wanted pizza and nachos and everything terrible and gooey and yummy the rest of the day.

That's the thing about when I work out. I don't ALWAYS  want bad things like pizza (in fact, it usually curbs my craving for a soda or any beverage other than water), but I ALWAYS want a lot of something. It's like my body is smart enough to know I just burned an extra 300 calories, so naturally I should replace them with chocolate cake.

OK, so maybe it's not running OR my body's fault, maybe it's just my lack of self control.

Yeah, I bet it's that.

The good news is that while I want to lose weight I'm actually only 10 pounds shy of what is considered to be a healthy weight for me (you know how there are like three ranges provided? The low, low healthy weight one, the middle healthy weight one and the high healthy weight one?

Well I'm 10 pounds away from the high healthy one and I figure being just three months out of birthing a child I should consider this a victory. And once Braeburn starts sleeping in the night (what is he, a vampire??) I'll be able to resume my 5:45 a.m. workouts again.

So it's fair to say I'm not really doing any of this to lose weight (but if I did I certainly wouldn't be upset), but really to just get a little healthier and accomplish some things I said I could never ever do.

By June 22, I'm going to be one of those assholes that has a 13.1 sticker on their car. Yeah, I hate those things, but it's mainly because I feel like they're mocking me with their smug "you can't do it" attitude. So regardless if I have to walk the whole damn thing (which I won't, I'm good for at least a few miles), I'm going to freaking do it.

In preparation for all this non-stop torture fun, we did a 5K this month, we're doing a scenic 5K next month where people shoot things at us in the woods, a 10K in April and then the big ole half marathon in June. We'll follow all that up with a 5K "just for fun" in July where we get blasted with paint. Because seriously, running just isn't fun unless people are throwing things at you or you feel like you're going to die.

I mean really, it's just not fun until you feel like you might die, right? That's why parenthood is such a barrel of giggles!

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2 comments:

  1. ...5:45 workouts, you are a better woman than I lol

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  2. Congratulations! :) I have some runners in my family, and several of them have commented that sometimes after a good long run, despite being healthy eaters, they just want to eat greasy, unhealthy stuff. So you're not alone! :)

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