reaching maximum capacity

Seriously? Today was a real eye-opener for yours truly. That's right folks, Marge is officially LARGE. Mabelle has a name for these type of people (so we can talk about them without them knowing it) and what we say is that the person we are referring to is "in charge" (for example... "dude, that guy's IN CHARGE!). People... I am officially IN CHARGE. Weight gain is a slippery slope and I'm a slidin' down fast. Yes, I could say that I have a bucket full of excuses... two weddings can create enough stress to send even the likes of Calista Flockhart to overeater's anonymous. Add two pregnancies, each ending in miscarriage followed by their own portions of depression, to the equation and that's a terrible mess in that bucket. I swore to myself that I would not get to this weight and when I did my health assessment at work today I was a mere 1 pound from getting there. 16 little tiny ounces... if I drank one more soda before I jumped on to that scale I would have made. Thing is... I didn't want to make it.

I am teetering way too close to the edge of a very dangerous reality and I just got done doing something about it. I finally started running again after a long, much too long hiatus from my favorite sport. Can I tell you? It was freaking HARD! I did it though... and I felt good afterwards. Hello? I know it is possible and I know it feels good when I'm done, so I'm going to keep doing it... sound good? I owe the partial rebound to running to Jason, so he gets a double high five for that. He ran an awesome race in the La Jolla 1/2 marathon yesterday. He gets a double woot woot! Now back to the "sock it to ya" pound cake. I'm kidding.