A big downer, in a good way, in week 27
My first trip back on the running trail was on this one at Battle Point Park on Bainbridge Island, Wash. Saturday.
As I am now stepping on the scale every day, for a few days in a row I kind of prepared to see weight gains on the scale. It wasn’t that I thought I had done poorly the day before; it’s just that I know measuring pounds are not a completely accurate indicator of health when I’m looking at it every day. One-day weight movement may have more to do with muscles or some other body function (I’m trying to be delicate here.) than it does fat. So I would go to the scale knowing that I had rocked it the day before and could still see my weight go up for a day.
Today was the first day that happened, though I didn’t really rock it yesterday. I had dessert. Dinner wasn’t terribly fatty, but it wasn’t fiber-rich either. And there were those tortilla chips earlier in the day. ¡Ay, hombre!
There may have been some muscle weight added, but I would have expected to see that show up on Sunday’s weigh in. I ran for 30 minutes on Saturday for the first time in several weeks. Plus I did some standing squats after the run to strengthen my legs for the next run, which is today.
Next time you’ll see an update is when I pass 376.2. I’m only 1.2 pounds away from that, so if I do my job it shouldn’t take long.
