I’ve not been very good at posting lately.  I often say that I can only do one thing at a time; I can diet, I can read a book, I can stitch, I can write in my blog, I can exercise.  But ask me to do two or more of those things at at time and all but one is a big FAIL.

I’ve been running (or as the BoyChild pointed out to me what I do isn’t really running it’s jogging) 5-6 days a week.  This month, assuming I do two more miles tonight, I will have run/jogged 69.9 miles.  This is only 7 or 8 miles more than the month before (in September I ran/jogged 62.72) but is a hugh leap from August when I did 43.61.

My dieting has hit a weird plateau.  I lose and I gain.  Last week,  I was down further than I have been in literally years but I anticipate it will have spiked back up by Wednesday.

Part of it is the dreaded water weight gain.  Part of it  is I do terrible on the weekends.  Most times, during the week, I eat well within my points, and a lot of days will have a point or two left over during the day.

When I initially started, I had one day I’d “take off;” eat whatever I wanted within reason.  That’s blossomed into a whole weekend of a free for all feeding which sometimes spreads out into the week depending on how tired and busy we are.   Cause once I stop counting points, it’s hard to get back into the habit.

Another part of it feels like this theory that I can’t do more than one thing at a time in my life.  I can exercise or I can diet.  But I can’t do both.  Dieting is work.  I’m either eating, thinking about what I’ve already eat or what I’m going to eat.  The weekends are harder because they don’t have the structure of the remainder of the week.

Those are all excuses.  I know that.  But you know, what would my life be like without gross rationalization?