So I was down 5.6 pounds on Friday since May 6, and I was feeling semi proud of myself. Then I ate too much yesterday… not bad food, just more than necessary along with a 40 mile bike ride. Today, am up 5.4 pounds. I swear I hate the scale. I hate it. I hate it. Seriously. HATE it. I know I shouldn’t pay attention to the scale after I had a long bike ride, drank a ton of water, and I ate a ton of food.
Actually yesterday reminded me of the last time I put away my scale: during the final ramp up for Miami 70.3 last year, I had completed a 40 mile bike ride, plus a 6 mile run. I was in absolutely the best shape of my life – I felt strong, I felt proud, and I had a great day. The Expert and I went out to lunch afterwards. I ate a mass of food, but healthy stuff: salad, hummus, black bean burger with only half of the bread.
I was reminded of that instance this morning as I stepped off the scale.
I have to stop doing this to myself. I feel tons better this week. I wore my smaller jeans on Friday (not my skinny jeans, but not my fat jeans either). I am really trying to go by feel – to be grateful for the day that I ate well, and not be impatient. I trying to make better choices, and I am succeeeding at that. Really. We went out to dinner at Macaroni Grill when the Expert returned home Friday night. I had 1/4 plate of gluten free pasta with red sauce, salad, and a few bites of bread. Big change from the large pasta, 2 loaves of bread, appetizer and salad with some creamy deliciousness splattered all over it. SO. I am going to choose to be happy about my progress and choices. I am impatient. So I am learning to be patient.
Even after seeing the race photos from last weekend. Eeeeeek.
The bike ride yesterday was l-o-n-g.
I don’t know what Coach Monster was thinking. On February 26th (the day before Broke Foot 2012), I rode 50 miles. That was three months ago. The farthest I had ridden since then was 20 miles. So my training schedule said 40 miles.
The Expert and I went out to Silver Comet Trail (flat land) and put it down. I forgot my Aquaphor. 20 miles into the ride, I was very sorry I did – and the Queen was very unhappy. Speaking of good choices, instead of driving through and getting a giant burger and fries (one of my favorite post-long ride meals), we went to Jason’s Deli and had salad bar and soup. Still, I ate too much. But I ate too much good stuff instead of bad stuff.
TODAY… in just a few hours… will be my first run back since the broken foot.
Yes, I ran a mile at Iron Girl (but I wasn’t supposed to). This is the first official “sanctioned” training run. It’s only a mile, but I am nervous. My foot is a little sore from the long ride yesterday. I am haunted by the x-ray memory from last month. The doctor said, “Looks good!” I looked at the x-ray and could still see the break. I was assured this is normal. But running on this foot will be an exercise in mental strength as well.