This is my first post in nearly three weeks. I could give a number of excuses about why I have not been writing, ranging from wanting to spend more time with Tamsin, resting after running my untrained marathon, or simply being super busy at work. In reality, it was none of those things that kept me from writing. The past three weeks have been filled with days of eating whatever I want, going to lunch with co-workers instead of to the gym, and watching Despicable Me with Tamsin on Saturday mornings (yes, we watched Despicable Me every Saturday morning for the past 3 weeks).
I wish I could say that I regret all the poor eating that I have done, but I don't. I think taking a step back from the grind of putting pressure on yourself to fit in your miles and counting every calorie that goes in your mouth is healthy. The problem is, my current break from the grind has gone on too long. I posted earlier this week with a caption that read "my pants have spoken." The day before I took that picture, I weighed in for the first time since May. In May, I weighed 191 pounds (down from 239 in January). As of the end of October my weight is, once again, north of 230 pounds. Am I disappointed that I have gained back almost all the weight I worked so hard to lose earlier this year? Of course I am. The silver lining to this prolonged period of very little running and eating heathly is that I have started to feel the urge to get out and run. I miss the ache in my muscles that comes from a good workout. I honestly have not felt that urge since May of this year. My overall burn out from focusing 100% of my efforts on running goes back about two years now.