The deMented Mom

I'm not going to do the standard "but I exercise regularly" thing. But seriously, WTF?? I get on the scale everyday--usually more than once a day. Yes, I know that's a bit excessive but it's my OCD, what can I say? Anyway, as I've been obsessively weighing myself, I've been watching that scale keep up ever so slowly until-POW--I'm now up 10lbs since starting my 1/2 marathon training in January. Obviously I'm eating too much. But I'm damn hungry. I run five days a week; bike two days a week; pole dance once a week; and strength train 2-3 times a week. Can I help it if I don't crave carrot sticks and tofu? Give me the beef, pasta, and bread. It could have something to do with the nightly glass (or three) of red wine. But heck, I only drink it for the healthy anti-oxidants. So what's a gal to do? I don't diet. It just doesn't work. Tell me I can't have something and I'll eat four of them. Basically it comes down to this...e...

I love my Sunday runs. There's nothing better; seriously. Non-runners shake their head when I tell them that I'm out of bed at 5:30 Sunday mornings so I can refuel and rehydrate in preparation for my LDS (long distance slow) run. Believe it on not, it's one of the most relaxing things I do for myself during the week. Running with a bunch of like-minded (some would say dumb-minded) women, chatting and laughing while running away the week's stresses is a treat that I look forward to. We talk about our errant children, our demanding jobs and our (mostly) understanding husbands. Each week at least one of us is having some sort of mini-crisis that is talked out and figured out by the end of the run. I really believe that running with a group is beneficial, even mandatory in so many ways. Not only do I get my socializing top-up, I also have a version of group therapy that not only keeps me running even when it's the last thing I want to do, but also supports and encourage...