Over the course of the past seven months I have dealt with the stress of a whole series of unfortunate events by eating pretty much anything that wasn’t nailed down.
And I’ve gained about fifteen pounds since August.
About a month ago, my application to run the Boston Marathon as a member of the Dana-Farber Marathon Challenge Team was accepted.
I’ll be honest. I’m disappointed in myself that I lost pretty much all discipline in the eating department. But it happens. No big deal. I’m back on track.
But I’d be healthier if I lost that weight I put on. I’d feel better in my clothes which are now very, VERY tight.
And if I seriously want to do well in Boston in April, I don’t really have a choice.
I need to lose some weight.
I think my ideal running weight is around 135 pounds. Which is 24 pounds lighter than I am right now.
So I joined a weight loss competition at the Y, because nobody likes a challenge more than me.
I’ve got fourteen weeks until the marathon and twelve weeks until this weight loss competition is over.
I plan on kicking ass in both of them.
So to help keep me on track, I’ll be documenting my progress each week here on the blog.
There are before pictures coming.
Before I show them to you, a little bit about how these pictures were taken.
I don’t own a full length mirror, so I have to have someone take the pictures for me. And my husband leaves pretty early for work.
So I asked Number 3 (who is ten) to take my pictures today.
And I figured I’d go big or go home.
So I put a bikini on.
The bottom is WAY too small right now.
So is the top, actually.
So there’s like 159 pounds of sausage stuffed into a ten pound bikini.
Anyway, I warned Number 3 before he took the pictures what I was going to wear.
“Mom, don’t do that,” he said. “It’s not going to be good.”
I put my bikini on and then I put my bathrobe on over it.
I walked into the kitchen, handed Number 3 my phone, and disrobed.
“Mom. You do NOT have a six pack,” he told me.
“Not yet,” he said.
I told him I will never have a six pack. Not in the form of ab muscles, anyway.
I explained to him that this wasn’t about trying to achieve some sort of unrealistic body type or look like some dumb picture of a Victoria’s Secret model.
I just want to lose some weight and run a marathon at my fighting weight.
Or closer to it anyway.
“Are you sure you want people to see you like this?”
Actually, yes I do.
Because it’s just a body. I want to help people feel okay and confident with their bodies.
But I also want to be as healthy and fit as possible.
I’m pretty fit. My blood pressure is great. My resting heart rate is 55.
But I have more weight around my middle than I should. And if I have the option of running a marathon carrying 25 less pounds on me, well, I’m gonna go for it.
So here they are. My week one photos:
98 DAYS TIL BOSTON!