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Diary of an Aspiring Loser: I’ve Done Nothing Wrong


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I haven’t been writing much but in my most recent post, I shared that I’ve gained some weight (I’m 15 pounds over my official “goal” weight – even though I kind of don’t believe in the concept of a goal weight anymore), that I’m not exercising like I used to, and that I’ve been struggling to find a way to address the weight gain.


For me, this wasn’t something I was hiding, or felt/feel ashamed of. It just is. So that’s why I was taken aback when a comment included now that I’ve “admitted” to the weight gain, I can begin to address it. I thought, woah, wait a minuteadmitted? I generally think of needing to admit to something when I’ve done something wrong. For me, it includes a sort of moralistic aspect to it, inherently suggesting that whatever I’m admitting to must be bad. Maybe that’s just me. And then another commenter used the word again. 

Which, me being me, got me to thinking. I have nothing to admit to. I can share, report, update…disclose even. But I was never hiding the weight gain and don’t see it as anything that needs admitting to. Maybe I’m making too much of this but, for me, getting the right/wrong, good/bad thinking out of my head when it comes to my eating and exercise choices and my body, was a lot of work. Work that I think was integral to changing the way I thought about weight loss (and maintenance). 

So, my weight is hovering around 159 pounds and I’m not pleased with that truth and I’m a work in progress as to how to address it. But I‘m good. I know I would feel better if I were exercising regularly and eating better, and I believe I’ll find my way in due time. I also believe this type of episode might be a normal part of long-term maintenance for a person like me, who got what I call the “food gene.”

I’m still doing some things that are very important to not falling entirely off the wagon. Most important, I’m weighing myself almost every day. It keeps reality in front of me. Without that, I could be in a major state of denial and just let the pounds keep adding up. And I’m still making an effort, here and there, to eat better and exercise. As I said before, all is not lost. I’m no longer wearing a size 4, or 6 even…most of my pants are a size 8. And I can still run a 5k at the drop of a hat. Most weekends I go on a run of some sort.  

Running, let’s focus on that, because I still have a love affair with running. Last week I was driving through San Francisco, it was a gorgeous day, and I just so happened to not be in a rush. As I was passing over the Golden Gate Bridge I thought, “I should go for a run.” I had my gear in my car, having packed it that morning thinking, “I’m a runner, and runners carry running gear.” But my lazy brain said, “eh, running is hard.” Yes, but I love it. I LOVE IT!

So I pulled over before I could listen to my lazy brain, changed in my car, and went for what turned into an hour run along the beautiful San Francisco coast. Glorious!



 Here’s the route I took (highlighted in yellow).



Because I’m not running regularly I ran at a very leisurely pace, and walked up the occasional stairs, but it felt amazing. And when I came around to the beach, I just kept on going. 

I felt so good that I had a hard time turning myself around. Yet I knew I’d been running for 30 minutes and pushing past an hour could lead to pain, or injury even, so I turned around and soaked in the gorgeousness and the feeling of being a bad ass runner woman as I ran back to my car.

Ok, what else? There’s been so much going on I can’t even tell you. I think I said I had a job change, which was a huge source of disruption to my routine. And the changes are still coming. Life, right? Change, settle, change, adjust, change…at least that’s how it’s been this year. Some days I have moments of fear and panic that it’s too much, that I want everything to be predictable and easy but then I have moments where I am excited about all the possibility. 

Anyway, so the other thing is…summer trips! I met Mr. Mr in Munich and we spent five days in Europe. I landed mid-morning and one of the first things we did was…go for a run! I was determined to go on a run because I felt so bummed that I didn‘t run when we were in Sweden earlier this year. So we ran along the Isar river for I don’t know how long, taking in the sights, and then went for dinner. We got up in the morning and started a road trip though the Alps and down to Milan. We stayed in a small town called Bormio, and ran along a river there too. And then made our way to Lake Como, taking in the lake and the beautiful small towns surrounding it.

On Lake Como

Oh, and we walked on water in Lake Iseo, taking in the artist Christo’s latest exhibit. That was totally surreal, I could probably write a book about that day.

The other summer thing is Miguel and I took the kids camping. I unplugged so completely on that trip that I have almost no pictures. But here’s a picture of my two bugs climbing lakeside on a tree branch. I‘m so grateful we can do these things together, I know it feeds their hearts. They had a child’s dream of a time, playing in the lake and building sand castles, roasting s‘mores by the fire and waking up to birds singing. So fun!
 

 
So much happening and so much to think about. And, as you can see, so many opportunities to indulge. I know I’m eating more and exercising less than I’d like, and I know there’s a path to feeling better about all that. I’m on that path, even as I feel a little lost, I’m on that path. Ok, that’s all I have time for today. Thank you for all the support. It really helps to hear you cheering me on and know my readers believe in me, even when I don’t know the way exactly.



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