Thursday, November 16, 2006

Confession Session

The gracious comments of family and friends to my initial nine-pound weight loss requires that I share a teeny-weeny detail with you. While it's true I lost nine pounds in two weeks it's equally true that following the Portland Marathon I managed to pack on sixteen pounds in one month. Impossible you say? Perhaps for an amateur such as yourself but not for a professional Phatgirl! All it required was consuming the same quantity of food while mending motionless from my injury that I was consuming when logging 20-25 miles a week during training. Here's an equation that will help you avoid the same mistake. I'll wait while you grab a pen and paper. Ready? Okay, it goes something like this:

-Calories In
+ No Calories Out
.Weight Gain

There you go. Don't ever say I never did anything for you. Anyway, the plan as it stands now is to dump the remaining seven pounds as soon as is feasibly possible so I can move on to tackling the original forty pounds. Forty pounds. That translates as a four year old child. In other words, I'm carrying around a preschooler. Let's call her Edith, shall we? Even as I blog, I see a radical new weight loss book in my future. Know your fat. Love your fat. Name your fat. Someone call Random House so they can get the presses rolling!


jeanne said...

pfft. such an amateur.

i can put on that much in a weekend.
no problem-o!!

Barb said...

there must be a mathematical formulation to explain how the 9 lbs. you lost was added to the weight of a sibling:(
- 9 anita
+ 9 Barb
= 0 oh cool!

Anita said...

Ah....I knew those pounds had to go somewhere! At least it stayed in the family!

Perry said...

Weight is overrated. If you are healthy enough to finish a marathon, you're probably healthy enough. As you get older, it gets harder to put weight on and it actually becomes a survival advantage to weigh a little extra. Think about it...

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