So, if you read my earlier blog, you might remember that I started running a few years ago. I started running because I went to the doctor, and he told me that things would go downhill quickly healthwise if I continued my lifestyle. He also recommended that I changed the way that I ate… primarily, changing what I ate… meaning less fried food and added sugar for the most part.
Things went well. I enjoyed running. I ran in a 5K a couple of months after I started. About a month after that, I ran a 10K. Three months later, I ran a half marathon.
Guess what?!?!? I enjoyed running half marathons. For the next year, I ran several half marathons.
Then, I decided to train for a marathon. Everything was going well until I hurt my knee a few weeks before I was scheduled to run a marathon. I ran it anyway. Stupid, I know. (I never claimed to be smart.) I finished, but much slower than I planned. (For those who care about these kinds of things like I once did, I finished in 4:45.)
I had already registered for three half marathons over the next two months. I ran them also. See, I told you I was stupid. I tried to get back into the rhythm of training, but it never worked. Three months later, I ran another half marathon, and it was brutal.
So, I stopped exercising for a long time. And, when the exercise stopped, the bad eating habits returned.
Within a year, I had gained way too much weight. I didn’t weight as much as before I started running, but I was getting close.
So, I started exercising and eating better again… Sometimes. Kinda. Maybe. If I felt like it.
And, I realize now that it really affected my life. Not just my health… but I became more stressed. And my relationships suffered. And my attitude suffered. And everyone around me suffered. (Maybe not everyone, but it felt like they were suffering… maybe I just wanted them to suffer.)
But, now I’m back on track and have been for a while. I’m eating better… as long as there is no ice cream in the house. Ice cream is my kryptonite… well, almost anything sweet actually. And, when I eat something sweet, I want to keep eating. Eating sweets increases my appetite. Strange, but true.
And exercise… yes, I’m exercising. Probably not as “religiously” as before, but that may be a good thing. I no longer exercise to track my miles; I exercise because I want to be healthy. (I once ran over 1000 miles in a year… I know because I tracked my miles… for a year… and I have a t-shirt to prove it.) Four or five times a week I will go walking or go to the gym, depending on which one I feel like doing that day.
Occasionally, I may write about health related topics… about exercising… about eating and my constant battle against ice cream. No, I’m not a health guru… and I don’t want to be a health guru. This will not be a health blog. But, I’m trying to take better care of myself, so I may write about it some. And, if I find something that helps me, who knows, it might help some of my readers too.
So, I’m probably not as healthy as I was when I was training for a marathon, but I’m healthier than I could be… and getting healthier.