I’m With Cupid

Happy Monday, beautiful people!

I had particularly productive weekend, thanks in part to the Third Meeting of Yelp’s Haute Dumpling Club, wherein Yelpers met up to, you know, eat dumplings (my job is really hard to love, guys), but MOSTLY due to the fact that on Saturday I finally hit the pavement for the Cupid Run 5K at Mosaic District!

The wonderful Jessica, who I actually originally met thanks to this very blog, and now is a Brand Ambassador for Yelp, and I both wore our Yelp colors proudly. Perhaps a little tooooo proudly for one of us, actually…

Yes, those are Yelp “hot pants.” Yes, they say “Make me Yelp” on the butt. They are actually quite the hot commodity around these parts, hahaha.

ANYWAY. Part of my job is actually working out cross-promotional marketing partnerships with local events just like this one, so Yelp was actually a partner for this event! It was pretty awesome to get to do something that was both good for me AND good for my job! Plus, seeing all the runners out there with their Yelp sweatbands that we included as part of the race packets was heartwarming (which was good, because it was cold as BALLS out there that morning, hahahaha).

Alas, while I can’t say that it was a particularly triumphant return to the art of racing (I ended up stopping a bunch of times to talk with people about Yelp, plus, you know, there’s that whole thing where I’m pathetically slow anyway), I am still so glad that I did it. I can’t say that I’m still much of an avid fan of running in general, but the whole experience, the race spirit, seeing people of all ages and fitness levels banding together? I remember now why I used to like doing this kind of thing much more often! Plus, there was an extraspecialbonus of running into a blog reader while I was figuring out how to breathe again enjoying my post-race complimentary hot cocoa (Hi Lindsey!).

The only sad part about the day? My Fitbit DIED right after the race was done. So even though I totally smoked all of my Fitbit goals and had like the most active day I’ve had in a long time, it basically just looks like a normal day. And how am I supposed to #humblebrag about my fitness level without being able to Instagram a screenshot of my stats?! Womp womp. But, let’s face it, if that’s the only thing that went wrong this weekend, I’ve got it pretty much made in the shade, don’t I?

It was a great way to remind me that, despite all of my moaning and groaning about how much I hate to work out or run or sweat or whatever, there really are a lot of good parts of being active. And, reading it back, I realize that is probably the most eyeroll-inducing sentence ever, but you know what I mean. Now if only I could bottle up the energy and aura of a race day crowd, mix it with some water, and put it in a spray bottle for when I’m whining and moaning and groaning about going to the gym. That’d be liquid GOLD right there!

Who knows? Maybe this was the jumpstart I needed to make way for another era of actual fitness-related activity for me. I do have this very strange, unfamiliar, foreign feeling right now that I actually — gasp! — want to go to the gym today…

…I don’t even know who I am anymore.

On With the Show (Weigh-in)

Hey there, neighbors!

I hope you’ve all had an eventful and productive week! I know I have… I’m currently working on planning a large promotion here in Northern Virginia (Yelp’s Passport to Mosaic! — keep your eyes akimbo for more news about it soon, since it’ll be open to ERRRRRYBODY!) and spent the first three days of this week in nonstop meetings and calls. Whew! I mean, I appreciate having a reason to get out of the house (and out of my jammies) as much as the next person, but boy, do I feel like I’ve deserved this weekend.

Except, it won’t exactly be the relaxing, no-plans weekend that I would ideally have laid out in front of me, since things kick off tomorrow with a 5K! My first 5K, in fact, since — hooooo boy — I don’t even know when the last race I participated in was. I think it honestly might have been Reach the Beach… wowzers. Anyway, I’ve been upping my running game little by little over the past month or so, but we’ll have to see how it goes A) running outside (I’ve been doing all treadmill running so far) and B) being back in a race environment again for the first time in over a year. But since this particular race, the Cupid Run, seems like it’ll be on the smaller, more intimate side, hopefully it’ll be a good one to get back in the game with.

Plus, everyone who runs gets a pair of heart-shaped deely boppers! #worthit

Anyway, onto the main event:

(Re)Starting Weight: 236.6 lbs
Last Weigh-in: 230.7
This Weigh-in: 229.6 lbs
Difference: -1.1 lbs

Whoop! I’ll take it! Consider me officially out of the 230s and continuing to wind my way dooooown. This week brought with it another bout of eating difficulties due to the metal braces strapped to the back of my teeth, further educating me in the types of things I can and cannot eat.

For example:

Sandwiches made with any kind of delicious, crusty bread are out. So clearly, this is going to be the real key of my weight loss.

ANYWAY. While unfortunately non-Wonder Bread sandwiches may be out, Peking Duck, which we went out for last night in celebration of my mama’s birthday, surprisingly is still in!

To which I say, “Thank GOODNESS!” because Peking Duck is outrageously delicious. And totally worth the 15 minutes I spent brushing and flossing my teeth afterwards to get stuff out of my braces.

Alas, I do think that this uneven eating schedule, as well as the uneven amounts that I’m able to eat — partially due to just physically being able to eat at all, and partially due to the ridonkulously slow speed at which I am able to consume things — isn’t doing me any favors in the weight loss department. Which actually sucks, because I would much rather have easy weight loss as a side effect of these things, over, you know, tongue ulcers and stuff.

Of course, I also have a sneaking suspicion that my body is just being spiteful about making it go through this all again, so there’s that. But after 25 years of weight fluctuations, diets, “diets,” and all the other crap I’ve put it through, I can’t really blame it for not behaving properly. Which is why I just gotta keep doing what I’m doing, try to get back to my regularly scheduled programming, and hope that things even out eventually.

Anyway, another pound down is another pound down, and while it’s hard not to feel like my progress has been slowing over the past couple of weeks, I’m trying to take your advice and stay positive. After all, just as many of you accurately pointed out, weight loss may come down to a “formula” (calories in vs. calories out) but we all know that results don’t always adhere to a schedule.

And so, it’s on with the show we go! Onward, downward, and so on, and so forth. Allons-y!