Tale of the Scales

So, I’ve been noticing that the jeans I’d bought in the middle of last year were getting tight. AND I decided that it was time to step on the scale to see exactly how much damage I’d done over Christmas with Queso and cookies during the trip to Texas:

175, and that’s being charitable.


For the record, this is 8 lbs from my lowest weight of 2006, and at least 6 lbs heavier than I was this time last year.

What the heck happened?

The answer, amigos y amigas, is that I completely lost the bubble regarding watching what goes in my piehole. (Cakehole, jerkeyhole, candyhole, whatever) Chomp, chomp, chomp. No amount of running is going to deal with that.

So, come Monday, it’s back to the record book. Nothing in or out without recording it, and then doing a bit of calorie calculation.

Bluff Point

The upside, though, is that I had a wonderful run at Bluff Point yesterday evening. Instead of running the perimeter at the Navy base during drill, I headed south, parked the car, and spent 35 wonderful minutes in sticky, stinky mud, all bathed in the glow of a gentle twilight.

I love that the days are getting longer.
I love that the breeze still blows cold across the sound
I love that it’s 2007, and I’m on track for my weekly and monthly goals.
I love that I finally cleared my running blogs RSS feed. If I didn’t hit you, please drop me a line and I’ll stop by.

4 miles, 35 minutes. Tomorrow’s a rest day, by which I mean cross-training.