On March 30th of this year, I did the unthinkable: I finished the Biggest Loser Half Marathon that I had signed up for months before. Not only did I finish, but I managed to do so without stopping to walk. I had hoped to make it nine miles. I made it all the way.
Three days shy of six months later, I couldn't run a mile if a zombie was chasing me. I've gained back all my weight that I had lost in training for the half marathon, plus some. I'm the heaviest I have ever been.
I joined a gym over the summer. I go on a pretty regular basis. I love their zumba classes, and have used the cardio equipment a time or two. I'm just having a really hard time getting back into eating right, and running.
I look back over the last six months, and I wonder sometimes how I let it happen yet again. I went from being the healthiest I've ever been to being the biggest I've ever been. And I realize, I let myself get too busy for me. Work got in the way. Responsibility got in the way. And I know better. I have to make time for me.
So here I go again. Yet another weight loss endeavor. As usual, I'm hoping this one sticks.