Weight, what?

When I started running last year, it wasn't with the goal of losing weight.  Sure, I had (have) a few pounds to lose, but that wasn't my goal.  I hate trying to lose weight, to be honest (who doesn't, right?) and for a long time I've been in denial, anyway.  

I'm 5'7" and have been since high school.  I was "skinny" right up until about... oh, age 25.  In college I was "scary skinny," according to some. (98 lbs) I slowly gained weight until I was hanging out in the 130's by my wedding day in 2005.  I wasn't "scary skinny" anymore, but I was slim and happy on my honeymoon.

Fast forward a year.  I weighed 168 lbs.  I gained 30 lbs the first year I was married.  Eek, right?  Fast forward again, to 4 years later, and I'd had two kids and still weighed 168 lbs.  I told myself that's just where my body wanted to be.   Three years later, I realized maybe that's not so true.

At the beginning of 2012, I weighed 162 lbs and started running.  In February of this year,  I weighed 151.5.  Not a  huge loss in a year, but a steady one that I was maintaining easily, without too much change in my habits at all.  (Which is good, because I cannot "diet."  I end up practically stuffing my face if you tell me I can't have something.)

I wasn't too concerned about my continued weight loss, though I did set a goal to reach 145 by the end of 2013.  Easy enough, right? Slow, steady loss that I could easily maintain.

Except I weighed myself this morning and the scale told me I weighed 155.5.  Whoops.  Wrong direction.  So. Maybe I need to pay more attention to what I'm eating and how much time I'm spending just sitting around.  I won't be turning this blog into a weight loss blog, but I'll probably post now and again re: my progress, just to try to keep myself honest and accountable.  I'll never be 98 lbs again (thank god), but I really wouldn't mind seeing the 130s again sometime.