taking out the trash

i cheated today. but in a good way. i ran more than my training plan had scheduled. which i know could also be bad what with overtraining or whatever. but i felt good. and i felt strong. and i didn't go over my 2 mile plan by THAT much. plus i seriously can't fathom getting dressed, driving to the gym, stretching, and taking a shower for just 2 miles of running. so i extended my easy run to 3.75 miles and a full 48 minutes. twas the best 48 minutes of my day. sometimes running can be such an escape that i don't want to stop. but when i do, it at least gives me the boost i need.

i felt so good after my run that i didn't wince too much when i got on the scale and saw that i had gained yet ANOTHER pound. i've weighed myself every time i've gone to the gym this week and each time i've been one pound heavier than the last time. the gravity must be heavier in california than it is on the east coast. it can't have anything to do with all the home cooked food i've been devouring. i know my mom and all my aunts mean well when they cook all my favorite foods in one meal, but i've seriously GOT to stop eating like it's my last meal.

and to that end, today my mom and i did something unthinkable. we trashed all the goodies in the house. all the chocolates, candies, cookies, and other delectable treats that had been accumulating from friends and neighbors. there was just NO possible way the three of us, one of whom is diabetic, was gonna finish it all. i know there are starving kids in melawi, but the trashbag of sweets we pitched wouldn't have been good for them either. half the stuff was food i wouldn't have picked out anyway.

i'm not expecting a miracle when it comes to my weight. i know it will drop eventually once i start racking up the weekly miles. i'm just glad i saved a couple pairs of fat pants when i moved.