Natalie's post was about counting calories. Whelp, that works for some people. But when I used to do that it drove me nuts. I became obsessive compulsive about it. Everything I did was about how many calories and although I lost a lot of weight, I was incredibly unhappy. So I started working out instead and worrying less about how many calories a saltine had.
Working out, I've discovered, has helped me learn that I can eat whatever I want... as long as I run. So I run. A lot.
Yesterday I did 6 miles. Today, probably 3. Take a day off tomorrow. Thursday 3, Friday some cross training and then Saturday: 8 miles.
Of course, upping mileage is also about marathon training but it is amazing how your body changes when you have a consistent workout. Crawling into bed at night sans clothes and having your boyfriend say things to you like, "Wow you look amazing..." Well, that's enough for me. I do try and eat a little less. All things in moderation. But if I really want something, I have it.
I haven't been weighing in every week because weighing in can be a wee bit decieving the first few weeks of running. Your leg muscles are building up and although you are losing fat, you are gaining muscle weight.
All I know is that my six miles yesterday felt better than anything I've done in a long time (burning nearly 750 calories). So I had a piece of Oreo cheesecake last night.
Calories be damned.
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