No Such Thing as Too Much Fun? My Muffin Top BEGS to Differ!
Well, well, well.... I had a bit of a wake up call earlier this week! As I mentioned in my previous post, I have been having a TON of fun these past 4 months. Traveling, going out with coworkers and friends, and having A LOT of late late nights.... All of which involve eating delicious food and consumption of that lovely ETOH. I recently went to the doctor about some back pain, and after I stood on that scale (which I never do, I don't own one!), I realized my back pain was the LEAST of my problems. I have gained 12 pounds... TWELVE! Now, I am not the biggest fan of using labels such as "fat" and "skinny," since I think its not about weight, but more about how you feel, and let me tell you: I am feeling those lbs! First off, when I am out of shape, my back starts to hurt (this was clue number 1). Secondly, those lovely pair of jeans that fit just right, have turned into a nice little muffin tin... and my tummy is looking like a lovely muffin top (clue number 2)! Listen to your body...it will let you know...and listen to your jeans...unless they are fresh out of the dryer!
I have been blessed with a great metabolism, and generally, I am able to eat whatever I want, when I want, and not really worry. Well... the tables have turned and apparently 30 is NOT a good look on me. Is it 30 or is it the alcohol and the Mcdonald's cheeseburgers (with extra onions and ketchup, no pickles!)? Either way, it is time to say goodbye to my muffin top and provide some relief to my trusty old jeans...that poor button has been working a lot of OT!
So what do you do when your name is Megan and you have no motivation to work out ( and you HATE running)? You sign up for a half marathon and repeatedly look at Ashy Bines perfect bootay and tummy on IG. So I figure it is time to start training. Now, one of my specialties in life is procrastination and excusation (yes I realize this is not a real word....deal with it)! Every night I go to bed with the intention of waking up at 0430, going for a run before work, then coming home, going for a walk with Beary, and straight to bed. Naturally, my alarm sounds, and I snooze until 0545, take a shower (in which my first though is, "I can't wait to come home and go back to sleep"), work for 12 hours, come home, walk bear, and sit on the couch (feeling like crap for being lazy, but TRUST me, I have convinced myself my excuses are not only valid, but warranted)!
Today I forced myself to come home after work, take Bear for a walk, and go for a DREADED run! I ran 1.88 miles; not much but I feel SO So much better. However I don't think my jeans would tell the same story of triumph! Those poor things will have to suffer a bit longer before they get some relief! Either way, all I can do is keep on trucking! I will again set my alarm for 0430 tomorrow, and who knows what will happen; maybe the tides will turn, and somewhere in my sleep my procrastination will dissipate, and I will be transformed into an early riser....or not...a girl can dream right? The point is, no matter your size, we all have insecurities and struggles. Perhaps some of you can feel my pain and understand that all we can do is take it a day at a time!