Goodbye Fat Pants!

You know the ones I am talking about. The bigger pair that sits in the back of the closet in case you’re feeling a little bloated or just want some extra wiggle room. The pants you keep around in case you go out of town and let vacation get the best of you. Those pants.

Well, yesterday morning as I was getting dressed for work I looked through my closet. I’ve been feeling unhappy with my clothes for various reasons lately, but I think its just because I need to go shopping. (Really, you can only wear the same outfit so many times before it gets old.) I picked through my stuff, glancing over my typical fat pants and went for the pants that once upon a time ago fit. The pants I haven’t been able to wear for six months because of wedding stress followed by newlywed bliss coupled with a lack of regular exercise made me gain a few pounds.

I picked them up and looked at them.

It was going to be close. Like I could put them on, but I couldn’t button them. Then I considered laying on the bed to put them on because that works with just about anything (especially when you ignore the accompanying muffin top). If I sucked in would it make them fit better? Would I have to suck in all day?

No, I would not have to suck in all day. Because when I put them on the button clasped without force and I was able to exhale freely.


This feeling, this blissful feeling, is something I don’t want to lose. My next goal is to fit into the next size down from where I am now. To be completely honest, I’ve never been the next size down from where I am now. And that is slightly intimidating.

Though, for once in my life I feel like I am actually in the right frame of mind to reach that goal. My eating habits are getting a makeover. Training is coming along despite injury. And I finally understand that to change my body it is going to take time and dedication.

Quick Fitness Recap: The last week (and so far this week!) has been spectacular on the exercise front. To keep my mileage up for training I’ve started taking really long walks. My hope is that when I am able to run again it won’t be a huge shock to my system again. Also, if I am able to get faster in my walking then hopefully my running speed will improve as well. For example, on Saturday (my usual long run day) I went for an 8.25 mile walk. It took a little over two hours to complete but no complaints and no blisters. I took the day off on Sunday. Monday I did a quick 3.5 mile workout on the elliptical followed by my favorite pump class. Tuesday I went to yoga. And yoga is becoming a thing for me because it feels great.

Tell me about your workouts last week and this week. Are you shaking things up a bit? 


The Night of Unfortunateness

This story is best told through my Twitter updates with little interruption from me.

Since I had a hair appointment on Tuesday, I switched my speed work exercise to Wednesday. Seemed like it would be no big deal, my legs got an extra day of rest from the runs over the weekend and they were able to recover from Pilates on Monday.

Yeah, so I thought.

The time: 5:30pm

The location: Gym

The activity: Running … or so I thought.

These were sent all within twenty minutes of each other. The weather was so nice outside last night that I figured it would be worth it to at least try to move it outside. I knew at the end of the night, I would’ve exhausted all of my options.

Chris picked me up and we headed home. When we arrive, we have a package waiting for us from our photographer.

A canvas print of this photo.

I excitedly tear through the layers and layers of bubble wrap and packing tape.

Next thing I know —

Instant tears and quite a bit of bleeding later, I ask Chris if we can go see if we can find a track for me to do my run on. It is now around 8pm.

The first school we went to was having work done on their field so it was closed. The second was holding some sort of event for incoming middle schoolers. I was giving up. I was also having a slight panic attack about the fact that I wouldn’t be able to complete the night’s workout because absolutely nothing was going in my favor.

We’re driving. And we both saw it.

Running around the field for forty-five minutes with Chris actually ended up being a lot of fun. My legs weren’t hurting at this point. It felt great to be outside in the sunshine and my mood quickly changed.

I made it work. I did what I had to do. And now my training is back to its regularly scheduled programming. Thank goodness.

Do you ever have nights when you just want to give up on your workout but your motivation and commitment to get it done drive you to keep going? What has been your most interesting scenario?  Do you get discouraged when it doesnt work out according to plan? How do you deal with it? Let’s discuss!