Running Hard To Stay In Place…

Every morning. Same ritual. Groan in preparation for the morning weigh-in. I take off every stitch of clothing thinking that my underwear somehow will tip the scales. (Am I a child?) I take a deep breath. My food intake from the prior day flashes by. Hoping for a miracle here – thinking maybe, just maybe, my super metabolism worked harder overnight – – given that I slept well and all. (Are you serious? This is going to be bad.) Then, I then step on the scale. Damn it. No miracle. And this is even after grinding out my work-out three days in a row.

Here’s the score card:

Day Activity Distance Calories Burned Weight*
Friday Elliptical 5.3 miles 525 205.6
Saturday Run 4.7 miles 470 205.0
Sunday Run 5.0 miles 500 205.2

(*Who am I kidding adding decimals)

So, I just finished my run. And decided to tally up the tonnage from yesterday’s feeding frenzy – – and humiliate myself in front of all of my closest friends. GOING PUBLIC.  LETTING IT ALL HANG OUT THERE. Here we go:

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