Impossible is a typoRunning my pants off and loving myself along the way

I am, apparently, a lunatic. Or that’s what my inner Fat Girl was trying to tell me as I was leaving the house shortly after 5am to run. ON A SUNDAY.

Sunday’s are meant for breakfast in bed, doing the crossword puzzle and staying in your jammies for as long as possible.

Unfortunately, I long ago lost the concept of what Sunday’s are supposed to be about. I’ve been working Sunday’s for a really long time. When you work weekends, you sort of lose how special weekends can be. For me, its just another work day with lots to get done.

Also, my mother, in her infinite wisdom declared that Sunday Mornings would he Weight Watcher days. So regardless of work, I’d be up at 7:30am to face the scale.

Today is the last Sunday I have to work. I’m rather not excited about that as I seemed to have filled the next six Sundays with other stuff, so I’ll have to wait till fall to experience that lounging about in your jammies kind of day.

Apparently, in the North East this week, we’ve opened a portal to Hell itself and we’re channeling their weather. We’ve had heat indexes in the triple digits and the heat radiating up from the pavement cause Marilyn Monroe like moments with your skirt fluttering up. Yah for Spanx! That’s all I’m gonna say on the matter.

So it’s Sunday, my “long run” day, and Weight Watcher day. I took off for my 4 miles before it gets too toasty. I felt slow, like I’d entered a snail marathon. Kind of like running through glue. My body was slow, my pace felt slow, and even my music felt slow.

But run was done, and a quick change to get to Weight Watcher where I was greeted with a 3lb gain. I stayed in my points range, dipping into those extra 49 weekly points pretty hard. I had garlic knots and french fries and everything else was solid.

So, what’s so? I ate salty french fries. I had way too many carbs and not enough protein. I have my period and it’s the first time I ever really was aware of feeling bloated. There was one moment where I actually felt myself expand, my clothes got tighter in a matter of moments and I had to take my ring off. It was a really strange feeling.

So the reality is I gained weight. Could be the carbs, could be the heat, could be the salt, could be my ovaries.

Lesson learned – don’t eat salt during “that time of the month”.