Okay, boys and girls. I’m doing this.
I’ve ran for the past two days (and we’re going out as soon as dinner settles). I’m getting my eating back together. Because it’s about time.
Today I ran into someone I’ve only seen a time or two since the spring. Her comment? “What’s happened to you? Your hair is all crazy? Are you getting all hefty again?” Dude, for real? Hefty. About me. And I’m gonna fix that.
We all know that there are health reasons to lose weight . That I will feel better. That I’ll be able to run farther and faster. That my mood will stabilize and I’ll feel like the Krissie I was.
But let’s get honest here. I want to be hot. And 15 pounds down from my current weight? I felt hot. That’s not that far. I know I can’t lose it in three weeks, but I can make a significant dent in that.
What’s going on in three weeks? My 10 Year College Reunion. I would really like to get back into my Superhero Black Dress by then. I think I can manage. Especially if I really focus. It’ll be fun.
So I was looking through the college pictures I’ve scanned into the computer. You know, to get excited for the reunion. This one is from the summer between junior and senior year. I weighed 175. I was running. Nathan and I had just started dating. I was in a happy healthy place.
But by the winter of that same year, I was right back where I started. I was stressed out about grad school and where I was going to live. I was right back up to around 200 here.
And the weight hung around straight through graduation. And for the next few years. I’m already smaller than I was at graduation, so that’s something to feel good about.
But the weight? I lost during junior year, and gained it back senior. And then I hit 175 again the summer after we got married. And gained it again. And then I hit 174(!) in March of this year, and I’m not there anymore. I’m not back up to 237, but I’m not at 174. That is depressing.
I’m not going to do this again. This is it. This time is forever.
So what’s next? Shut up. Lace up. Go run.
Amen.
Oh for Christ’s sake I couldn’t be madder if that person said that to me. Who tells a person they are getting “hefty” anyway? She has very bad manners! IGNORE it. You are cute as the dickens and working hard and dealing with your life and she knows nothing! You are MY inspiration for attempting the couch25k even though I’ve never run a foot in my life, and you are inspiration to others as well.
If someone said that to me – about the hair or the weight – I would go look up how to say “you are a dingbat” in whatever their first language happens to be… (Ok, I probably wouldn’t say it to them, but I’d consider saying it.)
I’m not the running sort, but I admire tenacity, and I wish you all the best in getting to whatever weight feels hottest for you.
I would love to write an original comment, but seriously. Just re-read Marla’s.
That is unbelievable! It really does amaze me how cruel and thoughtless people can be. You are strong and beautiful, and you most certainly are NOT hefty! That is ridiculous! I’m guessing this person is not up to speed on what you’ve been through in the last few months…but that still doesn’t excuse the comment. Just remember how far you’ve come and rock that black dress in a few weeks! :)
Hooray for you!
And that other girl (the one you ran into with no social skills) sounds like she needs an enema of the brain.
HEFTY? SERIOUSLY?
WHO is this girl and how exactly are you going to allow me to kick her ass?
Jesus, who says that crap anyway?
She’s an ignorant eejit.