Pounds for Turkey

I lost 6 pounds since last week. This was the first week of Operation Streamline, my winter training regimen, that will hopefully drop a sleek, 210 pound runner on the trails come spring. (If I were in the mood to cheat, I’d tell you I lost 8, because I lost 2 pounds from before the gym to after the gym, but that’s water).

Part of the reason I lost the weight was because I changed up my eating a bit. I carved out a few calories here and there, especially in my choice of monster foods. But the real reason, I think, that things changed, was that I dove into a fairly intense weight lifting program, and started repeatedly banging out 500 calories worth of work on various cardio machines.

Bodies are tricky. Mine wanted lots more food when I was throwing more miles at it, but now, with my fitness level still going up, but my endurance level probably diminishing a bit, I’m back to burning more fat and calories. Does it know? Is this like how a thermos is smart?

All I know is that a major component to my successful weight loss is tricking my body and throwing more of something new at it. That’s how I broke through every plateau I ever experienced. (Three: one at every 20 pounds I lost, four if you count the one where I gained 10 pounds back during marathon training).

I am CRAVING pumpkin pie, so Kat’s going to make me one before we head off to NYC to see the inlaws. Make me some pahhhhhhhhhhh! : )

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