16.2 lbs.
The number of pounds I have lost since I returned home from Strasbourg.
122 miles.
The number of miles I have run since embarking on my 1/2 marathon training schedule on July 12th, 2010
20.51 miles.
The most miles I have ever run in one week.
0.20lbs lost last week.
The number that signals things need to change…again.
For the past 10 weeks I have been writing down everything that I eat. It is all logged in a journal that has become as much a part of my life as my camera. There is a spot in my room that holds a set of measuring cups that are used to portion out each item I eat. These tools have been instrumental in my weight loss so far. Holding myself accountable has been an eye-opening experience and has taught me a lot about my issues with food.
I want to write honestly right now. It is of little concern to me what anyone who reads this post really thinks, as I need this one for me more than anything.
I have stepped on the scale every single week for the last 10 weeks and viewed a lower number than the week before. That was no different this week.
I have played by the rules, acted responsibly, and did not cheat myself by not writing things down.
Yet, this week, as I once again allowed myself to step on the scale, I anticipated that the number I saw was not going to make me happy.
Instinct did not deceive me tonight. 0.20lbs. The same loss as last week.
It is a mediocre loss during a time when I refuse to settle for anything less than extraordinary.
I busted my ass last week to hit 20.51 miles. I ate clean and gave it my all.
Then I got sick, missed a training run, and found myself weighed down with responsibility.
…This all culminated tonight in something I am not proud of, yet feel like I need want to share.
I am typing this with a tummy-ache because I ate too much tonight. I left portion control, my journal, and my sense of responsibility behind. I feasted on things I have not tasted in months, flavors I barely recognized, and portion sizes I was not sure my body could still handle.
(Some butter mixed with veggies and rice. No, wait…some veggies and rice with butter.)
Smutha Mutha has been my greatest supporter when it comes to my training and eating regime. She understands that I relish in the control. She celebrates my successes alongside me and is there to comfort me when I hit roadblocks. To tell the truth, this was the first major roadblock I have hit, but just as I thought, she was right there in my ear listening to me vent.
(French fries.)
My weight loss has followed a consistent pattern over the last 2 1/2 months and I didn’t really know how to react when my efforts stopped producing results.

(Reece’s Puffs and Cinnamon Toast Crunch)
Smutha Mutha and I spoke at length about how I need to alter my food intake now that my “long runs” are actually of substantial length. It means eating more. More of the clean, wholesome foods that fuel my body and allow me to progress.
So although I may go to bed with a stomach ache tonight and wake up with a sugar headache tomorrow, I do not feel defeated. The foods I consumed tonight are not really things that I miss. I mean, they were fine for dinner tonight and certainly gave me a flashback of freshmen year, but I do not think I could handle this sluggish and lethargic feeling every day. That is how I know this is simply part of the journey, not the end of it.
Because everyone has moments of weakness, when control no longer seems desirable and the need to just let go becomes overpowering.
Tomorrow will bring a new day of promise and possibility. I will pick right back up where I left off and find a way to succeed. The way I see it, it is how I react after the fact that is really important. I choose to take back control, focus on what I know works, and move forward. This is a minor blip in what has otherwise been one hell of a journey.
Until next time,
~Jenn