About a month and a half ago, I decided that if I could get down to 125 pounds by race day, I’d have a better chance of finishing/not dying somewhere between mile 15 and the end. So I started to keep a little food journal (which really does work surprisingly well, and also helped me come to the sad realization that my stomach no longer supports my love of strawberries), and was making decent progress.
However, my progress was hindered by Vincent’s–the grocery store across the street–and the fact that they insist on baking delicious cupcakes, cookies, and brownies every day and posting pictures of their magical creations on Facebook. (Not that I actually eat these things every day, but definitely more days than I should, and always on the weekends.)
In an attempt to stop eating so many baked things from Vincent’s, I made my own cupcakes last weekend. They were amazing, but because they were vegan and had tea in the frosting, I convinced myself that they were a perfectly legitimate breakfast item and proceeded to eat one almost every morning…plus another one, or something from Vincent’s, later in the day. *Sigh*
To make a long story short, I very clearly have a dessert problem. But with only 12 days left to race day–and 3 more pounds to lose (which I know doesn’t seem like it would make much of a difference, but being able to take 6 seconds off each mile would actually be kind of awesome)–I feel like I should do something to give myself the best chance possible for finishing this race in a reasonable amount of time.
Soooo, in addition to squeezing in as much easy running as I can over the next 12 days, I will not eat any cupcakes, brownies, cookies, whoopie pies, or any other dessert-y thing. It’s not going to be pretty.
Wish me luck! And for the love of whatever-higher-power-you-believe-in, somebody better be waiting for me at the finish line with a fucking cupcake.