So I really rocked it that first week. My Fitness Pal kept me at 1200 calories/day, unless I worked out, so I worked out A LOT. I biked, I did the elliptical, and I ran about 16 miles that week. I lost 1.5 pounds. I was even drinking water.
And then I got sick.
Not real sick, but a nasty head cold. And as coincidence would have it, Jen went out of town at the same time. Jen, without meaning to, provides me with a lot of accountability and motivation. We meet at the Y a lot when we're not running. And since Trace was nursing an injury, I knew I was home free to be a slug. So I lay around my house, blowing my nose, whining, and eating. I have not had the guts to get back on the scale, but I think it's safe to say that the 1.5 has returned. Funny thing, when I am sick the only thing that makes me feel better is Zebra Cakes. You know, Little Debbie Zebra Cakes. They are crazy fattening. Therefore it is upsetting to count how many I eat---so I don't.
But the lazy, sick girl vacay has to come to an end, yet again.
I ran 3 miles Thursday night with Traci and Stephanie, and the cold seems to be kicked, so it's back in the saddle. I fell down (again), but I'm getting back up. 12 mile run in the morning.
Game back on.
