9 years ago I was wearing a size 8 and was feeling over the hill at 42. I had stopped going to the YMCA, and felt unhealthy. Then my son Ethan badgered me to sign up for a holiday themed race, The Festival of Lights. I hadn’t run on a road ever, I always ran on one of the treadmills at the Y, so I walked the 5k and finished under 45:00 minutes. I caught the running bug. I began running/actually it was way more walking than running. I made it to a mile just running around my neighborhood , and thought I had won the lottery. Then I noticed my weight started to melt away. And away, and away, and away. I went from a size 8 to a size 2. I ate normal portions of food, I drank 8 glasses of water a day, kept a food journal, and continued to run. I became so thin, my mom started to worry. I didn’t, I felt fine and I was getting faster.
My fastest 5k was 24:00, my 15k was 1:19(won my 1st 10% GRR finisher hat), my PB 1/2 marathon was 1:52, and my PR for a marathon was 4:30. I won AG awards, and was able to get a seeded position for the Gate River Run. Everyone told me I was fast. I wanted to be faster.
2010…2011…2012…2013…2014…2015.All those years of running. Then all of a sudden I was injured with a fractured metatarsal with no running for months and months. The weight began to gain a foothold. And gain I did. When I did finally get the go ahead to run again, I was much slower. Slower than I had been when I first started my running journey. People said age, I would be turning 50 soon, I didn’t think so. It was the added weight. You see I was still eating like a athlete, but no exercise to counteract it. Yes, I swam and cycled, but it wasn’t enough. I am a manatee when I swim; slow and slower. Cycling , I am a huge klutz and don’t push myself to top speeds. Cycle shoes would provide more power, but I am a super klutz and my knees have plenty of scars on them already, so no. I’m back to running, but no matter what I do I still look like I swallowed a small honeydew melon. So I weighed myself this week after Hurricane Irma and all the Hurricane “food” we ate-I am at my heaviest in over a decade(132 pounds)! I’ve heard for every 5 pounds you gain, you get slower. Not sure by how much, but I can tell the difference. Instead of 7:00 minute miles, I am running closer to 8:35. That’s about 22 seconds I have added to my time with every 5 pounds I’ve gained(this is a rough estimate)! Time to figure out what I need to do differently since my current eating habits/exercise habits are not working for me.
Here’s my Plan
- No second helpings. I am so guilty of doing this! I need to get a regular portion and stop while I’m ahead.
- Stop the bread indulgence. I love bread! I’m not cutting it out completely or else all I’ll do is crave it. One piece and that’s it. That is going to be difficult.
- Stop stress eating. I am a teacher-enough said. I need to make sure I am not mindless eating when I get home. And if I want to eat something crunchy like chips or pretzels, opt for carrots. I’ve used this trick before -it works!
- Keep the water, ditch anything else. No more gigantic smoothies(sorry Chrissy). 8+ glasses of H2O!
- No eating out. It damages the bank account, and does me no good. When I go out, I indulge on fried foods, something we never eat at home, I just need to say no.
- Make your own stuff and stop with the processed foods. Delicious home cooked meals can’t compare to microwave meals. And again they are expensive.
- Continue to run and continue to cross train, to ensure balance and less chance of injury.
Well there you have it, my new plan. Now please know I am not a certified dietician, so I am just sharing what I believe will work for me. I don’t have any pre existing conditions or health concerns,so if you are trying to make a change please consult with a physician or a certified dietician for recommendations just for you. Follow me in the next months and see if my changes make a difference. I still want to get faster. I’m hoping these dietary changes will finally make it happen.
Remember it’s not about the destination it’s about the journey,