21 days done

I've been dessert, candy, treat, sugar free for 21 days now and what am I craving most in 12 days??? The scale.

Not ice cream, not a cookie, not even creme brulee. I want to know what I weigh. That seems so wrong and I don't think it's really had any effect on my weight. Nor has all this training I'm doing. Some clothes fit a little bit better but I'm not seeing any significant changes but then again I was the last one to see it when I'd lost the weight equivalent of a 3rd grader.

I've decided I can't weigh myself before my race on Day 33, the last and final day of this challenge, because that's what I need is some emotional baggage before a big race. But then if I don't then I can't weigh until the next morning, so does that mean that I can't eat any sugar after my race? What a sad, pathetic person I am to even care and perhaps I should just never weigh again.

Seriously, think about it: my training is kicking ass, I feel great, I've gone 3 weeks without knowing and what difference does that make?

A lot, actually. I think I, like most women, are so attached to that number on the scale that we can't think straight regardless of what it says. It's above the magic number? Oh Crap! Stop eating! Get to the gym! More exercise! Bust out the fat pants!

The number below that magic number? Wow, Nice Job! I think I'll reward myself with this Twinkie. I can handle it. I think I'll skip the gym today and buy some new clothes in a smaller size that I know I'll be wearing soon.

And heaven help us if it is on the magic number. What?!? Still? What about all my hard work? I didn't even have seconds last night? I'm so depressed I think I'll watch TV with a box of Ding Dongs.

So enough of my inner turmoil, but think I have to say I'm leaning toward the not weighing at all - ever, ever again and one day I'll just get over myself.

So I had to steal this from Katie:

This what Laurie looks like 5:30 am before a 5 1/2 mile run and 15 1/2 mile bike ride:


And this is Laurie after:



Not as dramatic as Katie's but it was fun. And speaking of fun, I won't say that doing the run/ride brick is fun, but it does seem to be getting better, a little tiny bit. And I did find I was looking forward to it and a little bummed that I had to wait until Sunday to do it because I didn't have time Saturday morning. I've got 12 days until my duathlon and I'm feeling really good about it - not that I'll win, place or be anywhere near the front, but that I'll finish, have fun and be proud of my effort.