Let’s talk jelly bellies. Sometimes I think this blog should be called “Jelly Belly Running” instead of “Skinny Running.” Maybe “Jelly Belly Trying to Run” is even better. It would definitely more accurately reflect the reality of what I am and doing. That goes for my hubby, as well. But, it kind of cuts me off short. Hopefully, fingers crossed, these jelly bellies of ours will make their presence less obvious after some hard work.
Being skinny is a goal, but I don’t want to confuse that with any desire to be sickly thin, where everyone is trying to feed me, because I look like I’m starving myself. The blog isn’t called Iwannabestickfigurethinrunning.com after all.
For me skinny is just looking and feeling lighter than when we started this running journey. We want to be healthy at the end, but that also means a farewell to the jelly bellies.
I started off weighing 113 kg. Probably more since we didn’t have a scale until fairly recently. Every Monday my husband and I weigh ourselves. We’ve seen a steady decrease in the numbers and it has been very, very satisfying. Getting below 100 kg was the first goal I wanted to achieve. I knew this would be difficult considering I’m also building muscle with the running, but I’m patient when I want something.
We’ve been eating super healthy. Very limited eating out, which we used to do 4 – 5 times a week at least, because of work schedules. When we do eat out we choose the healthiest options possible. We’re also eating less. This happened I think as a result of the Summer temperatures and starting running. I can’t eat as much as I used to, even if I wanted to. Running has really suppressed my appetite. Combined with 4 days of running every week, losing weight has not been problematic. Luckily.
Today, I cheated a bit and jumped on the scale. My jeans are getting so loose and it’s noticeable. And, if you are a reader of this blog from the beginning you know my issues with jeans (you can read what happened here). I was curious if the scale would reflect what I felt. So, I was really pleased when it read 98.6 kg or 217 lbs.
It’s really an accomplishment for me. I know the number on the scale isn’t the most important thing, but seriously I have too much extra weight that must get lost.
We have pretty much kept the fact that we are running and trying to lose weight to ourselves. So it was amusing today when we went to Starbucks and the barista that we always talk to there suddenly asked my husband, “How’s running going?” We definitely didn’t tell him that we were running. How did he know? It turns out he lives near us and has seen us chugging along, red and sweaty in the park in the evenings. He saw us there Wednesday night when I had my running fail.
I suppose our little secret is not so secret. I don’t really register people’s faces when we run. I’m too busy trying not to die from the humidity or completely engrossed in willing my legs to keep moving. My hubby on the other hand tends to wax philosophical when he runs and gives me the conclusions of his thoughts afterwards. I can’t think that deep as I try not to collapse in a pathetic pile. So, I don’t notice people, because I’m just trying to survive and he doesn’t notice people because he’s so caught up in his deep, theoretical thoughts. It got me thinking, if we are so busy in our heads and we didn’t recognize our barista at the park, maybe there are others out there. Friends or even neighbors that we are huffing and puffing passed without realizing it.
Can you have deep thoughts when you run? Or are you just trying to make it through?