A Love Letter

I’m glad I’m not the only one who cleans in increments.  I don’t call it lazy- I call it pacing myself.  See?  I keep that racing mentality in all aspects of my life…  it’s all about focus.

Speaking of racing… my legs were definitely feeling a little tight from my Sunday of racing, more running and yoga.  Did I not mention I did yoga?  I did.  And I actually was able to hold crow pose for about 3 seconds.  And then almost fell flat on my face.  Success?  Fail?  A bit of both?  Sure.

So yes, my leg muscles were not so happy with me.  I promised them I’d stretch them into a state of contentment if they got me through my 3.5 miles last night.  They did.  Even though it was the definition of “crap run”, they did.  So I kept my word and took some extra time to stretch it out a little.  In the words of Jillian Michael’s, “no injuries please.  Injuries are not part of the program!”

And now, on a somewhat sad note, a letter:

Dear Nut Butter,

How are things?  Going well?  I’ve been great.  Keeping busy with work, friends, and working out.  As you may have heard, I’m in training for Chicago Rock n’ Roll Half Marathon in a couple months.  So far everything has been going well.  I feel stronger and healthier than I ever have before.

I’ve also felt hungrier than usual.  The increasing mileage and cross training that I’ve been doing really help me work up quite an appetite.  That’s where you come in.  We’ve been pretty good friends as of late. Best friends.  I like hanging out with you while eating toast, oatmeal, sandwiches, and just straight out of the jar.  You’re yummy in my tummy.  You and I both like the variety you provide with peanut butter, almond butter, sunflower seed butter, and so on.  Crunchy?  Creamy?  Doesn’t matter.  And you’re quite satisfying.  I’ve never had any complaints with our relationship. 

Until now.  I’m aware that weight is a very minor issue in the big picture of me taking on this half marathon.  I realize I may gain weight because of all the hard work coming up.  But I also know there is no reason for me to be over-indulging when it comes to time spent with you.  Sure, you’re filled with healthy fats that everyone needs.  Your helping me with my daily intake of fiber and protein is appreciated.  But, there is a recommended daily allowance.  And we’ve been spending TOO much time together.  I think I should be gaining weight because of built muscle.  Not because I’m one step away from spackling you to my ass.

I’ve been aware of this problem.  But didn’t say anything as to not hurt your feelings.  And I was being selfish.  I wanted more.  And now I see I cannot have this.  I also need to spend time with others- like more vegetables.  You and I both know this is true.

So.  Where does that leave us?  I still want to be friends.  Good friends.  But maybe we should spend our time under supervision.Yes, I know a standard serving size looks like a golf ball.  But I’ve always known that- and still didn’t listen.  So I’m measuring you out in two of these bad boys from now on.  Don’t be scared.  I promise, you still look good:See?  Still plenty to go around.  My only sadness comes from not enjoying your presence by the spoonful for dessert after dinner.  But I really think this will work out for the best until I get my cravings for you under control.  I just can’t help myself otherwise.

It’s me, not you.

I hope you understand. I still heart you. I’m doing this for our own good.

Until tomorrow morning,

-Amy B

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