This past year I’ve let myself go. Well, more like 8 months but I’m rounding up. I discovered, for the first time, what it is to be truly lazy and eat whatever I want.
I didn’t sign up for any runs in the past year except a 5k, and had the Disneyworld 10k in February. In the past, I had done the Disney Challenges, which was 10k one day and a 1/2 marathon the next, which was enough to keep the extra pounds at bay and get me three, THREE, medals.
With the 10k, I barely trained. Lazy. And, as always after the Disney runs, I stopped running. In the past it was to let my toenails heal and take some time off. This time? Well….
I didn’t want the discomfort anymore. I wanted to sleep in on the weekends. I didn’t want to worry about what I ate for dinner.
And so…I got into a bad, lazy habit and now I’m fat. For me.
I’m my defense, I did have to prep my house for selling, plus had a full time job, a side gig job, and two large dogs to entertain and exercise.
I could have worked in some crunches though.
I have also loaded a trailer, quit my job of thirteen years, drove across the country with said dogs, unloaded same trailer and set up house.
There is still time to do some push ups. Especially since I am unemployed.
It has been years since I’ve been able to run in shorts. Only leggings for me, which was terrible in South Florida but I think will be ok in South Dakota. Still, I would like the option.
I have enjoyed the luxury of being chunky: saying yes to all foods, over eating and laying about, sleeping in late, napping. Ive dig myself quite a hole to get myself out of, effort-wise and attitude-wise.
And you know what else? So many women my age are overweight, it’s no big thing. Totally acceptable. Like, when I was 20 it wasn’t ok to be heavy. Now, mid-life? Totally fine.
Damn these 40s.