Wishing I Was the Wicked Witch of the West

In the past three weeks I've eaten better and worked out more than I have in the past three months. Guess how much weight I've lost? If you guessed none, you guessed right. Haven't lost any inches either. And my clothes aren't fitting any better. I've had my butt kicked at my boot camp class, lost all feeling in my arms for days after my Biggest Loser yoga session, and sweat enough to make me look like I'd been in a wet t-shirt competition in my first Bikram yoga class. All without the pleasures of eating chocolate, ice cream, or Krispy Kreme donuts.

And everything over the past month has just proved what I've been telling myself and everyone else for the past seven years - the only thing that helps me lose weight and feel better about myself is running. I hate it, but it's true. Boot camp and yoga might be toning me, but it sure doesn't have the same melting effect. And I need to melt. If nothing else, this past month has given me the motivation to start running regularly again because it's really not very fun to workout and skip out on dessert without seeing any of the benefits.

Tonight I put together my Marine Corps Marathon training plan, and I'm not sure I've ever been so nervous to start anything in my life. But that's why I have only two goals for the marathon. The first is to finish. And the second is to start. And to be consistent in my training, something I haven't done since Nashville in 2009. If for some reason I don't finish the race, it is not going to be because I didn't train and try my best.

And hopefully a month from now, I'll be telling you about my experiences melting, rather than wishing I was a Wicked Witch.

P.S. I put up a new widget in the sidebar so you can follow along with me on my training. By the time the race comes around, I should've logged around 500 miles. Wow.