Operation Get Fine

I was down to 213 pounds before we headed off to the Feast in October. I got in some treadmill work early on before the hustle and bustle of the Feast put an end to that. I’ve been consciously averting my eyes from the scale in our bathroom for the past few months. Well, Monday night I gathered myself and finally stepped on. At first glance it looked like I was still at 213. I knew that couldn’t be right, as my pants (particularly my dress pants) no longer fit comfortably. I was about to die by the end of the dance in Charlotte last weekend as my pants struggled to keep my expanding gut in check. I think one more electric slide would’ve split my pants – and that’s not an impression I want to leave 250 people with. I looked down again and realized the scale read 231. Two hundred thirty-one and 0/100 pounds. Whoa. So today I began Operation “Get Fine”. I started dieting today, and plan to restart the Couch-to-5K plan. By the time it’s warm enough for me to run outside I hope to be up to running 5K nonstop. I was up to 2.5 – 2.75 miles when the Feast hit. I’ve got to go to New Orleans next week for a few days – now that’s gonna be a test. *Sigh*