Between CIM and Eugene, though, I continued to eat kind of whatever I wanted. While that strategy worked a-okay while I was in marathon training for CIM, it was no bueno when I ran about half the mileage in my Eugene cycle. It's not a surprise that I gained a few pounds.
When Becka and I brainstormed the #NotEatingAllTheThings Challenge during Eugene and the weekend of eating EVERYTHING, I figured I would just play along and see what happened. I'm not really big on numbers, and don't really have a "goal" weight - I kind of have a "feel better at this" weight, and a "that number makes my clothes uncomfortable" weight.
So, listen. I played along with the #NotEatingAllTheThings Challenge for awhile - I still send Becka pictures of most of my meals, I still weigh in habitually on Tuesday's (official weigh in day; Friday just for funs).
Weighing in has become an exercise in frustration for me - not because I'm not hitting a certain number (I have no certain number in mind still), but because my body just seems to be perpetually screaming, "NAH NAH NAH NAH I DO WHAT I WAAAANT CAN'T TAME ME!", and I gain/lose 2-3 lbs within a few days, back and forth, over and over. It didn't really matter what I ate, or what exercise I did.
So by the numbers on the scale, this has not been a success for me. While Becka has lost something like 18+ lbs, I have lost.....
6 pounds, net. Since May. I'm dead smack right back where I was in December, last year.
I dropped a few pounds initially, and I've been hovering at the same spot for about two months now. (In full disclosure, I am currently another pound down according to yesterday's weigh in, but I'm assuming it will pop back up, because my body LOVES what I weigh THE END).
I'm still running a fairly low mileage (25ish mile weeks), but I'm doing a LOT more cross training and strength work than I have before.
I still eat kind of whatever I want, but probably more reasonable than I was early this year. Maybe.
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So, I guess this is the thing.
I don't measure weight loss in any other way - I don't use a tape measure or fancy scale. I know my clothes are looser. I know my beautiful striped Lulu Pace Setter is too big.
I know that the stupid tank top arms video used to be hard with 2lb weights, but now it's manageable with 5lb weights.
I guess my conclusions from this Challenge are:
- I'd rather feel stronger, than skinnier
- As long as I'm comfortable in my clothes, I'm pretty indifferent to my weight
- The numbers don't really mean all that much
- I'm not willing to give up foods I love
- Counting calories is BORING and tedious
- It's easy for me to get carried away and "reward" myself, when I'm being too restrictive (and I use that word VERY loosely).
- It's easier for me to eat what I want in moderation, all the time. I'm way less prone to "rewards" that way.
Anyway. I didn't want to just abandon the #NotEatingAllTheThings, without filling in the ending.
Thus concludes my experiment.
I declare Becka the winner!