Dear Marathon,I've gained 10 pounds since I started training for you. Ten. Pounds. In less than a month of training!
Every non-runner I've mentioned this to cheerfully says, "Oh, it's just muscle weight!"
Wrong. NOT muscle weight. Muffin top weight. The kind of weight that makes your pants tight, your face bloated and your self image very depressed.
I'm not placing all the blame on you, Marathon. Sure, when you do long runs, your body naturally retains more water (that by itself that can mean a 5 pound gain). And with the mileage increase, my metabolism is roaring, which leads to insatiable hunger. But how I deal with that hunger is all on me.
There seems to be a disconnect between what I know I should eat and what I actually eat. Ideally, I would be fueling my body with an abundance of whole foods (veggies, leafy greens, legumes, nuts, berries, quinoa, brown rice, lean proteins, et al) and eliminating the processed crap that causes inflammation and imbalanced blood-sugar levels (flours, sugar, and basically anything that comes in a box or is endorsed by a cartoon character).
Now, my brain knows that if I fuel well, I will recover faster, I will build muscle more easily and my body will maintain its ideal weight. But then this crazy hunger takes over all conscious reasoning and all of the sudden -- with no warning at all! -- I am wrist deep in a quart of cookie-dough ice cream.
It's easy to justify these kinds of decisions because of you, Marathon. "Well, I'm training for a marathon. Of COURSE I can eat anything I want!"
That's just the thing. I *could* use an increase in activity to vindicate every terrible food decision I make, but so far that has left me feeling listless, heavy and weak. I would rather make my training an opportunity to be even more aware of what I'm putting in my body and how it affects my energy, health and moods.
Before things spiral too much further out of control, I'm establishing some regulations. No more ice cream (a food I can't ever seem to eat in moderation) and no more eating after 9 p.m. I've never had trouble with this before, but now it's like I'm eating nonstop right up until I fall asleep, lonely spoon dangling from my mouth.
I'm going to keep junk "food" out of my house (if I don't buy it, I won't eat it), and I hope that in time, Marathon, if I combine my training with wise nutrition, I may actually start loving you.
Tentatively yours,
Kaeti
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Have you dealt with this pesky marathon weight gain? What did you do?
(Photo by strausser of a muffin top. Get it? Muffin top? Like my tummy but more delicious!)








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