You know the child's song the wheels on the bus? "The wheels on the bus go round and round, round and round, round and round, the wheel's on the bus go round and round, all day long!" I remember singing it as a child and lately it's been running through my mind as I look back on 2014 and take stock on what happened. Somewhere around August, the wheels on the bus, they stopped going round and round and fell right off the flipping bus.
The past four months have been bad months for me, not in any drastic way, but in my running and weight loss journey. The wheels came off, rolled away and put the bus on blocks. I steadily gained weight and stopped running in the fall, like I should have. Not intentionally but it happened. I'm not going to make excuses. I could make up a ton of excuses but to what end? I let the wheels come off the bus. I stood back and watched it happen, put my fitness on the back burner and watched as the scale creeped slowly upwards.
I had my wake up moment a week ago at weigh in. The week after Christmas and despite not really tracking, I told myself I had been good. That I ate properly during the holiday season, that I didn't really eat all that much baking or junk or...or...or. When I got on the scale at weight watchers last saturday. I saw a number that I had told myself I would never, ever, ever see again...but there it was, staring me in the face as though almost a year of tracking, weighing, measuring, running hadn't happened. I found myself at the same place I had been 14 months ago. I wanted to cry. I held it together during the meeting and tried to be my usual cheery little self but my heart wasn't in it. I couldn't get to the car fast enough. I got out of the parking lot and lost it. I cried, and I cried, I berated myself, and I yelled at myself. Because I'm the only one to blame.
In just a few short months, I did away with almost a year's hard work. I'm the only one to blame. it was my reboot moment.
I came home and I pulled out my paper tracker, I updated my WW app on my phone. I pulled out the scale, the measuring cups and spoons. I went through the cupboards and made a healthy shopping list and planned our meals for the week.
I signed up for 5 races because you see, I have a half marathon looming in just 5 months and I figure the only way I can get myself ready for it is to have interim goals. I signed up for another Run Clinic, to make myself accountable and to get ready.
I rolled up my sleeves, got my hands dirty and got those darn wheels back on the bus!
For the past week, I weighed, measured and tracked everything I ate before I ate it! I pulled out the water bottles and started drinking water. I did the Resolution Run on New Year's day and I worked out a training plan to get me in shape in time for my run clinic starting on Jan 31st.
I got back on track and it paid off today with a 3.7 pound loss. I'm happy that the scale went down, and now I need to keep it moving that direction. I will be bringing my lunch to work everyday, no more going out for soup and a sandwich. I eat what I bring and only what I bring. I will run at least three times a week, sun, rain, snow, sleet. I will run and I will be ready for the BMO Half Marathon on May 3rd.