(Dear Readers: Please forgive my horrible post title. It’s lacking in everything except cheese; I know. xoxo, Stina)
Last week I talked about how I’ve more or less given up on losing during marathon training. Weight gain during training is not uncommon and weight loss can be a sign of inadequate fueling which can lead to more stress on the body, injury, yadda, yadda, yadda. Nothing has changed on that front. I’m still looking to just maintain during the remainder of training (which by the way, is a mere 31 more days! eek!)
However, this past week something has been becoming glaringly obvious to me. I’ve been
abusing marathon training as a reason (excuse?) to slack off with tracking. I haven’t tracked a complete week out of the last four. While I haven’t been posting my weigh-ins, I have still been weighing-in, and the pounds have been creeping on. I’m only up about 4 pounds total so it’s not like I’m riding the crazy train here. But I’d be lying to myself, and all of you, if I didn’t recognize that these gains are at least partially because of my shoddy tracking skills as of late.
So I have a single goal for the week: track. If I track 7 out of 7 days (yesterday through Monday), I’m going to reward myself with a new necklace (or accessory of some sort) from Charming Charlie’s. I had intended to go there a couple of weeks ago but never made it. If I track, I go, and I buy. I’ve also enlisted my bestie Laura to hold me accountable not only for tracking but also for rewarding myself since I have a tendency to blow off the actual reward part of the equation.