Monday, November 06, 2006

You Can’t Eat Your Way to Happiness, But It’s Fun to Try

Since running the marathon approximately a month ago I have eaten a herd of elephants. No really, it’s true. A small herd of pachyderms. If you don’t believe me, ask the park ranger who lives next door. He’s mightly upset about losing Dumbo to me for lunch the other day.

Anyway, I’ve basically sucked all the life right out of the “Hey, I ran a marathon, I can eat whatever the hell I want” excuse. You can only use it for so long before it just stops working and people start calling you a pig and stop inviting you over for dinner.

I’ve gained seven pounds in the process. Or possibly more. I’m not super strict about weighing myself, but I do know that I weigh more than I did when I ran the stupid race. But let me tell you, it’s been so very nice to be able to look at all the kid’s halloween candy and say, “Yeah, I think I’ll dig my way to the bottom of that pillowcase full of Reese’s in one sitting.” Sorry, Lucas, but you need to hide your candy from dear old Dad better.

The strange thing about training for the marathon was that I didn’t lose as much weight as I thought I would. I lost a few pounds (maybe eight to ten), but I really expected to look like one of those skinny Kenyan guys after all of that. I’d be the super pale, blond, but mostly bald Kenyan, I guess. I think it’s because toward the end of the training, when I was running about thirty or so miles a week, I was also eating everything in sight. No lie. I ate one of the kids after a run one night. Tasty when braised with a light cream sauce!

So though no one really cares except me, I’ve have no decided to go back on some kind of diet (which basically means, “stop raiding the halloween candy") and start running and excercising again. Sigh. Eating anything I wanted (i.e. Cookie Dough ice cream, topped with Magic Shell™ (that stuff made out of paraffin that gets hard and crackly on ice cream) and then sprinkled with chocolate malted milk mix (and that was just the appetizer, never long the dessert (think gooey cinammon rolls for dessert)) was fun while it lasted, but I guess all good things must come to an end.

This is me trying my hardest to get excited about eating salad for lunch and not eating a toasted asiago bagel with cream cheese for breakfast. And why can’t french fries be more diet friendly? There ain’t no justice in the world, I’m tellin’ ya. Man, I love french fries.

Jon scribbled this mess on 11/06/06 at 12:06 AM, best we can tell it fits in the category of Regular Post. This many folks had something to say about that, The permanent home of this entry is here: Link

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