More than a week ago I bought a new scale. I was pleased with what I saw, but DH wasn't. He was a lot heavier than he thought. And he started taking blood pressure pills in his late 20s - high blood pressure runs in his family - so the extra weight is very bad for him. In fact, it's probably killing him. As a newlywed, this kills ME.
I did the Healthy Cooking Challenge and have been doing very, very well. I already kept a healthy kitchen, cooked pretty healthily, and am an adventurous eater. But this took me to the next level. Yet that flab is stubborn and just won't budge.
Which probably had something to do with the fact that I haven't been tracking my calories like I need to. Or the fact that I haven't been working out like I know I should. Even my biweekly checkins showed that my motivation was flagging. But I don't want to gain the weight back. In fact, I want to keep losing.
Sooo, what to do about this?
One of my fabulous SparkFriends started C25K last week and blogged about the Hot Chocolate 5K in Chicago. I thought "You know what, this might be just what I need! A big kick in the pants to get serious about cardio and finally get losing again." I live in DC but have family in the Chicago area, so doing a special trip out there just to do a 5K makes some kind of sense - especially if it's my first.
According to DH, I "sprung this on him" Friday morning. I say I laid it out calmly and rationally, and asked if he'd like to participate. Ah, marriage.
But he agreed to do it - the scale scared him into action. (Those little blood pressure pills didn't hurt, either.) Oh, yeah, and he knows that he married a hard-headed woman who would just do it herself. He knew he's going to Chicago one way or another, so he might as well get on board. rofl.
So we spent a good chunk of our weekend shopping for fitness gear. DH didn't have a shred of workout clothes to his name - not a solitary pair of gym shorts - and I needed a few key pieces. Like running shoes. (My cross trainers won't cut it.) Therefore we spent an unseemly amount of money on shoes, compression shorts, socks, and tech fabric gear. I'm buying a pair of new sports bras ASAP. Was this strictly necessary? Of course not. We could get away with less, cheaper, or less specific gear. But I'm a specialty gear whore, and DH is just as bad. (Yeah, we're enormous geeks. We've learned to live with it, lol.) Plus, making that financial investment is a darned good motivator - we can't let all that gear languish, untouched, in the closet. We're too practical for that.
At least that's what I reminded myself of when the alarm went off an hour early and DH tried to weasel out of running. It worked: we both got up, got dressed, and ran in our neighborhood. I kept the stopwatch and kept him going. DH had some foot cramps and I'm better shape than he is (and carrying a lot less extra weight), so I got a bit in front and set the pace.
Shockingly, I really liked it. REALLY LIKED IT. The last running rep was tough, but I pushed through and did it. And I'm very proud of myself. And even more so of DH. He had a very rough time of it; he said that his 2 hour dentist visit today (the first in 12 years, ahem) was easier than the 20 minute run. But he DID it. And he committed to do it again - without prompting from me. DH realizes that it'll get easier each time.
As for me, I've been bouncing around all day from a combination of runners' high and pure, unadulterated pride and motivation. Even the customary stupid grenades thrown my way at work didn't bring me down. I'm not sore (that'll be tomorrow) and my energy and well-being levels are off the charts. Hells yeah, I'm going to keep running!