This time last year I had just finished the Muncie 70.3 Half Ironman, and I weighed 190 pounds.
This time this year, I just finished a 3.3 mile walk that felt like a Half Ironman, and I weigh 240 pounds.
In November of 2011 when I changed my diet to paleo for the first time, I felt so good I swore I’d never stop it. But I did; in fact, I sort of reversed it, making up for all the time I’d lost for eating bread and other things that aren’t so good for me. Then in November of 2013 when I got plantar fasciitis in my left foot, I stopped running. Then in May 2014 when I hurt my knee running at the Mounds, I stopped running again.
In the process I made myself back into a woman who takes an hour to walk 3 miles and who weighs 240 pounds.
Here I am again. Right back where I didn’t want to be. Super fat and not so sassy.
I’m hurt by and angry with and disappointed in no one but myself. What now? I do what I do when I am faced with the consequences of my own bad decisions: I give myself grace.
Here I am today, July 17 at 240 pounds and way out of shape:
Here is the route I walked today.
They say that whatever you’re doing, whatever your fitness and diet patterns are, whatever is important for you, and whatever your mind set is on your 40th birthday are all good indicators of how you’ll live out the rest of your life. My 40th birthday is next Tuesday, and I want to live well.
Here’s to a successful recovery. Again.