…as frequently as I have been lately and still lose weight. As a matter of fact, I’ve probably gained weight lately. I know I’m retaining water because I just feel…puffy…but I’m sure some of what the scale is reporting is weight weight, too. Granted, I don’t eat like this at every meal, but even once every other day is way more than my body can handle.
This stuff is addictive, and when I give myself an inch, I start taking a mile. I’m not one of those people who can eat whatever they want and not gain weight. Just because I’ve lost weight doesn’t mean I can suddenly handle this stuff, and if I have a little here and a little more there, before too long I’ll lose my footing and fall down that slippery slope again, and that’s my absolute worst fear.
It’s not that I CAN’T have these things, I just need to space them out more and give my body what it craves more often – clean, unprocessed, un-heavy, un-sugary food. This stuff might taste good in the moment and make me happy for a short while, but it makes me feel gross and sick and lethargic for hours afterward; not worth it.
This public service announcement brought to you by this neurotic chick.
Edit: Remember how I said I had picked my first 5K? Fate (and Carla) intervened…my first 5K is in two weeks. I’m registered and everything. I’m excited and a little bit scurred! Did you find your first 5K was easier to run because of the crowds and atmosphere? Was it harder? Tell me your first 5K stories!