This morning I did the unthinkable.
Against my better judgment, I bared all and ventured onto the scale …
Boo. Hiss. Curse.
As you may have guessed, it did not reveal what I wanted to see.
While I am thankful to be back to pre-preggo weight, I expected two months of running to yield more pounds loss.
Then again, I am chomping on a heart shaped Valentine’s Day doughnut filled with delightful cream and topped with sweet chocolate chips as I blog …
Despite my weekly mileage, the ‘eating season’ that kicked off on Halloween and chugs along through the Easter is doing me in.
No worries.
My mental well-being and physical health (as far as I can tell) is much improved.
See ya in the candy aisle for the post-Valentine’s Day sale on tomorrow!
