Tenacity is an Admirable Trait. Except When It Applies To One’s Fat Cells
I may have mentioned a time or two that I have been running. I may have bragged a little bit about how I am up to three and a half miles and about how it no longer hurts. Well, one thing I won’t be bragging about anytime soon is about how much weight I have lost thanks to all that running because, people? That would zilch, nada, zip and; I hardly think failure is worth bragging about.
What. The. Hell?
I’m eating right. I’m getting plenty of rest. I’m taking my vitamins and drinking my water and working out with weights and, obviously, there is all that running and yet, the scale, it is not moving. Whyyyy??? (She wailed, shaking her fist at the heavens).
It’s almost enough to make me chuck it all out the window and dive, face-first, into a vat of Ben & Jerry’s (Phish Food because, well, marshmallow crème, caramel swirl and fudge fish, like duh) but! I will not. I will persevere and, even if the scale never moves, I will have the satisfaction of knowing that I am depriving my fat cells of additional ammunition to use against me (like they need my help). I will continue to run, not just to lose weight but because I am starting to enjoy it (I KNOW!) and because, eventually, something’s got to give.
(Please not my knees, please not my knees)
On a completely different topic, I had one of the nicest weekends yet this year.
Friday evening, Hugh treated me to a one and a half hour facial with my pocket-pal aesthetician, Serena and; it was heavenly. I left the spa feeling as relaxed as an al dente noodle and, I didn’t even have to make dinner because Hugh had that all under control, too.
Although I did a little light housework on Saturday, it didn’t feel like a chore and, on Sunday, Hugh made French toast for breakfast while I surfed the internet on The Lazymaker from the comfort of the couch. I didn’t have to lift a finger for most of the day, except for the brief time I spent in the kitchen preparing chili and heart-shaped cornbread muffins.
It was a really nice way to decompress and to gear up for a busy week; one that kicks off with my last meeting of the Youth Baseball Board of Directors (I’m quitting! Or, stepping down, if you will) and which culminates in a weekend visit from my parents who are making the trip over the mountain to watch The Teenager play basketball on Saturday and volleyball on Sunday.
Plus, I need to get a run in every other day because; even though my fat cells haven’t quite figured it out yet, I am gunning for them and they are doomed.
Like I said, tenacity is an admirable trait.