A Quick Fix.

Well, my vacation hangover is mostly gone. I’m no longer waking up expecting to see an ocean, or day dreaming (too much) about margaritas on the beach, reality had to set back in eventually and I felt like it didn’t waste anytime in doing so.

Because of my weight gain last week I’ve buckled down in an attempt to get it all off. It went on easy, it has to come off easy, right?

I almost always make a game plan for my week, but it doesn’t usually entail losing 3.6+lbs.

1. Drink a lot of water. And when I say a lot, I mean I should be drowning by the end of the day.
2. Stay away from sweets- after last week I need a little bit of a sugar detox.
3. Limit salt intake- bloating from sodium is just one battle I don’t want to fight right now.
4. Run, exercise, do all that fun stuff.

That’s it. Easy. I could put things on there like- only eat 7 carrots, 2 apples and a piece of fish per day- but that would be crazy and unrealistic. When I make goals and lists that I know are unachievable I will end up sitting on the couch surrounded by food by the end of the week, and that’s the one thing I’m trying to avoid. The fact is weight can go on pretty easy but it’s stubborn to get off and that one thing that will make it even more stubborn is stressing about it, so I just won’t. It may take 2 or 3 weeks to get back to where I was and that’s okay- I did it before, I’ll do it again.

For me this isn’t a quick fix to being fat, it’s a lifelong process to being healthy, I’m going to gain weight every now and then. Sure, I’m eager to get to that magic number but I’m not going to deny myself in the process. One week of fun (and trust me, it was fun) isn’t going to kill me, going on a crazy diet to get the weight off may.

Anyway.

I ran the usually 5 mile route this morning, and that means that I only have 1 running day left until… my first half marathon. I’m excited and scared all at the same time, I even feel butterflies in my stomach (or maybe that’s just the cheese)! I just have to keep reminding myself that I know I can finish (and that I know there’s beer at the end of the race).

Do you ever get like this before a race? Scared, nervous, doubting every thing you know you can do? How do you conquer these things?