Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Up, Up and Away

Normally, when it gets just a bit out of control, I talk about it on my blog. When it gets this bad, I don't usually say much of anything about it on my blog, because there is just so much public (well, seven people is kind of public) self-flagellation I can take. Even now, I'm thinking about those very occasional readers to my blog in front of whom I might not want to lay this information bare. But, as they say, desperate times call for desperate measures, and now, as I find myself less than two weeks away from my first race, I seem to have hit rock bottom.

Seriously, I've been doing the "I just bought these pants, why are they tight" thing lately, so this morning I decided to weigh myself again. It's been 12 days since I last did it and that time, although the number seemed like kind of a lot, it wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it would be.

However, this morning, when I stepped on that scale I was six pounds heavier than I was 12 days ago! Not to mention the fact that I am a measly nine pounds less than my heaviest weight ever. Hopefully, this will be the wake up call I really need. The one that says "Hey, Andrea, if you want to continue to hang out with the Dorktor and his wife, you need get things under control." The one that says, "Eating pizza three times a week just because the Dorktor is obsessed with pizza is probably a really bad idea." The one that says, "Having cocktails five nights a week (even if it's only a couple cocktails on three of those five nights) is a really counterproductive practice." And lastly, the one that says "If you're going to stay up late, you need to control it enough that you can actually train more than sporadically."

In short, it's time to grow the hell up before things get even more out of hand. I'm so mad at myself right now that I'm seriously considering posting my actual weight up here for all seven people to see. But not quite.  

6 comments:

Jenn said...

I totally sympathize. That's the sucky part of being a 'grownup' - social life revolves around food and drink, dammit! Try not to beat yourself up - it won't help.

OK - I've tried about 8 different encouraging statements and they all sound preachy. How about this: good luck, you can do it!

Anonymous said...

I can work with you. Moderaton is the KEY...DG

Ali B. said...

Ok. I wish I had something witty... encouraging to say... BUT, I know that it will all just sound cliche and "preachy" like Jenn said. :) BUT, if it makes you feel ANY better... I got my team kit yesterday & that SIZE I was back in December is a thing of the past. Yep, I'll be sporting something other than team kit at Barry R. unless I kick this extra like... NOW! argh! Welcome to the boat.. let's get to shore.

Laurie said...

I have faith in you, Andrea! When's our first team ride?

Sean said...

Frustration will get you no where...trust me...I know. It sounds like you have a grasp on what is causing gravity to so attracted to you. The hard part is stopping....ugh.

Ali, my team kit is still very tight...but I have a month until I need to be seen in public in it!

Lets KICK SOME ASS

Anonymous said...

The thought from Fla. is all those who have commented on this are behind you. Do the best you can whenever you can and let the puppies help.