I’m trying to figure out how the above chart translates into a 1lb weight gain. I don’t get it. I’m really struggling today. I’ve been floating between 261-263 for 5 or 6 weeks. I’ve really been cranking up the workouts and last week I introduced biking into my routine to switch things up. I really don’t want to start journaling my food intake. I REALLY don’t. But maybe I have to.
Add that to my desire to run but inability to do so and you have a depressed Amy. I have found it difficult to manage the desire to run with the realization that if I try to push too hard, I’ll screw up all my training for the half in Napa. I have to keep telling myself that it’s ok to walk. Never in my life have I WANTED to run. So this desire to run is new for me. I am having issues dealing with it, because in my life when I want to do something and I put my mind to it, I DO it. I don’t wait around for things to happen.
I’ve also been yearning to adopt a dog. Most people my age have baby fever. I have baby doggie fever. I fell a li’l in love with a three-legged cutie at the humane society. I told myself that when he would be ready for adoption, if his adoption fee was less than $250, I would adopt him talk to my landlord and beg him to let me adopt him. I mean, look at that face. How could he say no to that face? I mean, really. Isn’t he the cutest? Well, Max went up for adoption today. His adoption fee is $450. I can’t justify spending that much to adopt a dog. I certainly wouldn’t have the extra funds to provide him the life he deserves. So you could say I’m upset. I almost started crying at work today when I heard the news (I’ve been in close contact with the humane society peeps since I found out about Max and his story).
Needless to say, I’ve had better days.
Ok, well I need to stop this pity party real quick.
Thanks for letting me vent.