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.