I know I’m new to this exercising thing, but it seems every week a new quirky dilemma presents itself. Three weeks ago, raging headaches knocked me out. Two weeks ago, because my legs were so weak, I had to lift them with my hands to keep them running. This past week I gained weight. That’s right—I gained weight. When I started this workout regimen, I didn’t put myself on any kind of diet. Save for chocolate chip cookies and alcohol, I’ve been eating and drinking what I’ve wanted. It’s worked. The first week I dropped 5 pounds. The second week I dropped 2. The third, another 5. This past week, however, I gained 2.5 pounds. Before implementing my exercise regimen, I don’t think I would’ve thought twice about a 2.5 weight gain. I might have even called it a fluctuation, yet making a commitment to walk away from a glass of wine with dinner and adding additional workouts last week to make my weak legs stronger, I wasn’t willing to be that cavalier.
So, I Googled “weight gain and exercise” and learned that my weight gain may simply be a reaction to the sudden and extended exercise I’m putting my body through. Needless to say, I was relieved to know there may be a physiological reason rather than a caloric reason why I’m gaining weight. I’m not ready to give up pizza or cheese fries just yet.
In honor of my weight gain, I thought I’d share one of my favorite songs with one of my favorite drum beats:
Here are my stats for the week:
Ran 30 mins (W, F)
Ran 2.5 miles (Sa)
