I have to get on the scale again?

I realized yesterday, that Monday marked my two year blog anniversary......that's a lot of blabbing about myself.......and there's no end in sight : )

It's Weigh In Wednesday, Week Five.  I found out that my scale seems fairly accurate.  I went to the doctor last week, and I planned on weighing myself on the same scale I use every time I go there, which is in a bathroom.  Of course when I got there, the room was occupied, so a nurse weighed me in the room where they take your blood pressure.  I took my shoes off, because I knew the number was going to be higher since I had my clothes on, and I had eaten lunch.  After I saw the doc and I was walking out, I saw that the bathroom was open, so I booked in there, shut the door, and whipped off my clothes and shoes, and weighed myself, I was a full 3.2 pounds lighter than what the nurse's scale said.  And it was one pound higher than my scale at home. 

Which brings me to this morning.   I was bad on Saturday, for the second weekend in a row we had to deal with an incident, that I won't go into, but it was annoying.  So for dinner Mike and I shared a spinach, onion, mushroom and cheese calzone, with beer for him and wine for me.  Weekends are especially tough for me, because we're usually running around, and half the time I'm starving, or I eat all day long.  I gave up chocolate for Lent, so Mike brought home a coconut cake, because he knows I like my sugar fix.  I haven't touched it, but it's things like that which make losing weight hard.  I did run 8 miles on Saturday, but that didn't seem to help.

I'm much better with my eating during the week, because I don't mind eating leftovers, or whatever I can find in the freezer or cabinets.  Monday I found a can of black beans, some whole wheat wraps, steamed broccoli, and cheddar cheese, so I made some brown rice, and threw it all together with salsa.  It was so good, and it filled me up. I could eat it again right now. yum.

Mike and I had a discussion about my training, now that I have my race schedule for the year set.  Mike vented a bit about our busy weekends, with the kids activities, and my running, and just life in general.  I felt bad, he works really hard all week, and he needs some time to do the things he wants to on the weekends.  He was so good about my training last summer.  So we worked out a plan, I'm going to be doing my long runs on Friday's when possible, while the kids are at summer camp, and in the fall when they'll be at school.  It's hard because he's supportive about my running, but I know it gets annoying for him at times.  He needs to get time to himself, I think he played golf once all last summer, and he needs to get out there much more this year.

Anyway, my scale said I gained a pound.  Which is better than two.

I have an interesting factoid for this week, that I read on Jesse's blog, Run to the Border:

That for every pound of weight you lose, you save 2 seconds per mile.

Ten pounds equals 20 seconds per mile, which grows to a minute-plus in a 5K, more than two minutes in a 10K, nearly 4-1/2 minutes in a half-marathon and almost nine minutes in a marathon.

this is where Jesse found that info.


Hope everyone had a great week!