Thursday, April 08, 2010

On running and such

For about a month now I have been getting back into running regularly. I do somewhere between 2.5-4 miles a day (some of that is running, some is walking, some is jogging in place as my dog smells things, does her business, and rolls in people's yards), five days a week. Some days I can run a 5k with hardly a thought, other days I get to a mile and a half and want to die. It's an interesting process. At the moment my goal is to become someone who can just decide, "Hey, there's a 5k this weekend, I think I'll run it," and not have to worry about whether I'll be the panting idiot who is walking halfway through.

I miss the days when I could just go out and run six miles without a strain. I do not, however, miss how obsessive I was during that period of my life, in which I ran like a crazy person and basically ate lettuce and grilled chicken. But I had started to see the numbers on the scale go down, and for the first time in my life, I actually cared. All that work got me down to a size and weight that still would have made most of the women I know scream in fright and call Jenny Craig, but what do you do? I didn't even care much about my appearance; it was being able to see progress in numbers that got me.

And then I stopped being a compulsive runner, and returned to eating things other than lettuce and chicken, and the pendulum swung back the other way, and I gained too much weight again, blah blah blah. Which brings us to now.

Running makes my body regulate itself better. When I'm running, I have a better relationship with food (except that lettuce and chicken blip), because my body tends to say, "HEY! I can't do what you're asking me to do if you keep feeding me fries and pizza. Eat a vegetable already." I drink less because it makes me sluggish. I sleep better. I have more energy and deal better with stress. It's a good thing all around.

But here's something frustrating: I've been doing this for a month now. I've cut my calorie intake almost in half. And I have lost exactly ONE POUND.

I wish I could be okay with just being calmer, happier, and healthier. But I want to see a measurable result. I want to see some numbers dropping. If whoever is in charge of that could get on it, that'd be fab.

5 comments:

Pastor Peters said...

I relate to this so much. What is it that happened to our bodies that we can't snap back into this as easily? Crap. Does this mean we're getting old? Double crap.

Stacey said...

Yeah, I wonder that too. I used to be able to drop 5 pounds in a week, no problem. Now I can't, and I have knee and back pain to boot. Triple crap.

Michael said...

Congrats on starting back running.

I exercise a good bit and I have to admit a year and a half ago, I wasn't much of a runner. Thanks to a group at my local Y, I've become more of one and a stronger one. I still don't necessarily love it (my first choice is swimming as its low impact) but I've improved. It takes time....

I know you'll get there.

Becky T. said...

Numbers are inspiring! I hear ya! But you inspire me too. :) So, keep running and I'll do my best to join you. (Probably not running, but at least doing something!). Then we can moan together when the numbers aren't the way we want them. Be healthy!
--Becky

Christy said...

I have heard from a nutritionist not to be too alarmed at this. First of all, your body is turning some of your fat into muscle, which weighs more. The real question is, "Do my clothes fit better?" If that is the case, then you may not be losing weight but you may very well be losing inches and redisributing what you have into a leaner, meaner body. So take heart, and keep running!