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A few weeks ago I took a pregnancy test.
No, not because I'm trying to get knocked up. (Did you not read this post?) And no, I hadn't missed my period. But I figured the growth of a tiny human in my body was the only explanation for my rapidly expanding waistline. But, alas, the test was negative. So the only person I can blame for this bulging belly is myself.
Lately I have been extremely busy juggling my teaching career with my freelance writing gigs, working to grow See Jane Write, and striving to maintain an active church life and social life. Thus, I've had little time for exercise. I usually only work out twice a week, which is quite a difference from the 6-days-a-week regimen I usually maintain. And when I do have free time to hit the gym or running trail, I'm usually too exhausted to do so.
Meanwhile, I've been eating like I really am pregnant. I eat ALL THE TIME. You see, I'm an emotional eater. While I'm grateful for all the opportunities that have been coming my way lately, I've been very stressed and that stress is making me feel down. When I'm sad, I eat. The problem is I also think eating is the best way to celebrate. So when I'm happy, I eat. Ergo, whether I'm wallowing in self-pity or jumping for joy, I want cupcakes nearby.
I do have the ability to control this. When I am focused on a fitness goal I can overcome my urge to eat an entire bag of candy corn and make more healthy choices. Trouble is I haven't been truly focused on a fitness goal since I completed my first half-marathon.
So it's time to get focused. My new fitness goal is two-fold: 1) I want to lose 30 pounds and 2) I want to complete my second half-marathon in February.
Training for the half will begin Mon., Nov. 26 and I'll be using the Hal Higdon plan for novice runners.
The weight loss plan begins today. I'm going to the gym after work no matter how tired I am. My plan is to try to burn 3500 extra calories a week through exercise. Additionally, I'll be tracking my activity and my caloric intake with MyFitnessPal.com. If that doesn't seem to be making much of a difference by the end of the year, I'm going to do Weight Watchers again, something I've had success with before.
So, is this beginning of a weekly Weigh-In Wednesday feature here at The Writeous Babe Project? Maybe. Maybe not.
But I do plan to blog about my efforts to get healthy and fit. Why? Because I can't write the next great literary masterpiece or spread the gospel of Southern Fried Feminism if I'm dead.