After nearly three weeks of constant dieting, I finally cracked last weekend. We’ve been blessed here with a pretty warm fall with temperatures just a few weeks ago in the 70s, but the combination of recent lower temperatures and three weeks of feeling like my stomach was going to eat itself was too much. I engorged myself with pizza and wings on Saturday evening and it was goooood.
I’m still early into the 2009 season (if you can even call it that, yet), but I’m remembering why I hate winters here so much as a triathlete. I don’t think my bike tires will be on pavement here for the next few months. So I’m relegated to the trainer which I hate, running which I generally dislike, and swimming which has me up at 5 AM and leaving my wife to get my daughter ready for the day by herself. It’s lose, lose, lose.
I was doing pretty well with my diet up to last weekend. I had lost something around six to seven solid pounds in the past three weeks which is as good as I can hope for. But with winter here and dieting getting old, I’m wondering if it’s better to revise my weight loss strategy from maximal loss in minimal time to something a little more tolerable. Having to tolerate winter and dieting may be a little too much stress this early in the season.
