Lost 70 pounds, and running my first marathon in 2012.
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"I'm in the hall already, on the wall already/ I'm a work of art, I'm a Warhol already." --Jay-Z
I did not eat all the things, but I ate a lot of both healthy and unhealthy snacks. And I didn’t sit down for a real meal between Thursday afternoon and Sunday morning.
I tracked my food, mostly in dismay at how many calories things actually have. I went over “budget” almost every day.
I set a goal to work out three times but only made it to the gym twice, where I struggled because we were at altitude. My longest run was 2.15 miles. (Good thing it’s a stepback week?)
I also did arm weights while on a stationary bike, confirming my status as That Girl In The Hotel Gym. You know.
On Monday (er, today) I pushed my suitcase to the side and dug out the scale.
I lost 2.4 pounds.
Wait, really?
Huh?
…
Oh, I get it!
Clearly the only sensible thing to do, because I am so serious about my health, is become a professional vacationer.
I’ll be out digging for treasure in Central Park if you need me.