To thine own self be true. Good motto. I hadn’t run since November 9th. I’ve put on 15 lbs. and feel like a 75-year old man. Trying to get Margarita to understand what my desired diet has to be is difficult. They seem to eat every other hour and I insist on eating when I’m hungry and not the starch they stuff themselves with.
I had a “me” day nutritionally yesterday. I had a bowl of cereal and orange juice for breakfast. By 10:30 she was asking me what I wanted for lunch. I told her (as usual) that I didn’t know what I was going to want when I would be hungry. She made hamburgers. I told her I wasn’t going to eat them. I had no appetite and I can’t continue eating just because she feels some cultural obligation to feed me when the kids eat.
By evening, I said I would eat something. She heated the burgers in the microwave and I could see a mountain of rice on the plate. I told her I cannot eat the starch she’s been feeding me and told her I wanted something green. I have enough cans of Del Monte vegetables collecting dust on the shelf. She swapped the rice for salad. I told her a little portion of rice is good and she added it. This morning, I was down from 187 to 185. It was all the motivation I needed.
I bought some liver while Margarita and María were at the clinic this morning. Around Noon, María came home to make lunch, I assumed, for the kids. I smelled bacon, onions, and liver. I was happy the kids would be eating something other than beans and tortillas, although they seem quite content with same old same old. Suddenly, my beautiful daughter places a plate in front of me at my desk. What could I say? I gave her a hug and ate it. It was darned good. The liver was tender and the bacon crispy. The onions were juicy and full of flavor. It was healthy even if I had no desire to eat before I planned to run.
When I was done I told her how good it was and thanked her again. When her mother came home I told her I appreciated her concern for my getting lunch and María’s love for preparing it. But I do NOT want anyone feeding me unless I say “I’m hungry” and then we’ll discuss what I’d like.
So, once I digested my meal I changed into my running gear. My shorts didn’t recognize me, it had been so long. Adriana gave me funny looks. Margarita told me to be careful on the highway.
When I last ran in November, I was going out for about 15 minutes and returning with the intent of building up to my hour run target. As I trudged down my street to the corner and plodded up the streets toward the highway, I decided that I was not going to lose weight unless I ran my whole course. I knew I had the option to stop anytime and walk back home. But I also knew that I don’t do such things. I determined to take my time and do the distance. I did it in an hour and four minutes. Not bad.
When I got back to the house, I dropped off my watch and walked to the park where I stretched, did knee bends, push-ups and pull-ups before walking home. I felt surprisingly good although I know that by morning my bad ankle will be screaming at me. My after-run weight was 182. I have no Pepsi in the house and I’m going to do my best not to buy any. Wish me luck!