I am a member of the church of "The Number on the Scale Doesn't Matter." I can talk body composition and muscle mass vs. fat pounds, and how someone can be "skinny fat" all day long. But right now I hate my number.
It started when I read an article in Runners World talking about Clydesdale and Athena (translation: heavy) runners. And they mentioned that the Athena division is for women 150 pounds and over. Holy crap. I'm only 11 pounds away from that. (And the first time I typed this, I lied and said I was 12 pounds away, which tells you how crazy my head is right now.)
So I'm feeling like a beast, even though my clothes are loose because of the miles I've been running. And the truth is (this is me in my right mind now!) I would like to lose 5 - 7 pounds before the marathon, because the less you weigh, the less strain you're putting on your joints as you run. (Note to my friend OldLobo: I WILL be careful as I try to lose weight and train for distance.)
But for right now I'm left feeling like a heffalump. Now if I can just channel this feeling into food and exercise discipline... :)
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Scales are evil. I just went to the doctor, so I had to step on THAT evil thing. It is a beast.
I've just been freaked out a little by my scale. I have started weighing myself 1xweek after my long run, but I didn't do a long run this Sunday and weighed myself anyway. Consequently, 5 lbs appeared out of nowhere. I know what I've been eating and how much mileage I'd been doing, so I figured that something had to be off. Sure enough, I weighed myself after running 9 miles this morning and the 5 lbs had disappeared. It's been pretty hot here, too and hydration counted for more than I realized.
The lesson is: don't weigh yourself too often and try to make the conditions consistent. Next time something like this happens, I'm just going to skip the weigh in. The number is meaningless.
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