
My weight is just a tad low for my comfort--not terribly or anything, but after I ran this morning it was 119.?, and I'm just not sure someone between five-six and five-seven should be under 120 pounds.
Here's where the problem comes in. I know exactly how to gain healthily, how to maintain a good weight, how to build muscle (studying nutrition right now in school), but my youngest sister was born 11 days ago, so our church is loading our family up with meals people are making for us. While other folks cooking for us is very sweet, often they don't cook as heathily as my mom does, and they bring tons of junk food.
I had NO taste for sweets at school because I was so busy and I knew sweets would slow me down. But now that I'm home, a tiny bit underweight, and relaxed, I'm quite tempted to just eat whatever the heck I want. I did well at lunch today, taking an appropriate serving of the main chicken dish and the creamed corn and then filling up on leftover lettuce, baby carrots, and an apple. But when people like my dad (who's such a sweetheart and not trying to mess me up or anything) says "Oh, but you ran this morning, so why won't you have some pie with us?," I feel so sad, as I watch everyone do an activity as a family that I won't participate in.
I'm not every hungry, but I really want to rewind the clock an hour and go have pie for lunch dessert just so I'm not the weird kid who's too much of a snob to enjoy a nice piece of pie.Does this make sense to anyone? I'm positive the dietary choices I'm making are the right ones, but I hate feeling alienated for my family because of those decisions.
On the positive side, I was really bummed that I quit at 20 minutes before finishing my 5K this morning, but when I mapped out how far I went, I realized that I was less than 1/2 a mile from the end and that I had been running at a 7-minutes and 9-seconds per mile pace!!!!!!!! MAJOR NSV FOR ME!!!!!!! My goal of running a 5K under 20 minutes by my 25th birthday just might be possible after all!




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