Yesterday's long run was great! Not great as in speedy, because as Josie says, "there is NO speedy side of me," but great because the weather was nice and I was able to keep it going for the duration with a minimum of minimal walking breaks. Three or four minute-long walks interspersed with six miles of running at a 12:28 pace. Slow? You betcha. But the target pace for yesterday was 13:24, so I beat that and wasn't even trying.
Even better, if it's possible to have better, is that my warm-up and cooldown miles were 15 and 16 minutes, respectively. I used to be a 20-minute mile walker. Ramping it up to 15 minutes is pretty cool. Also? You get done with the workout 10 minutes faster.
Combine a great long run with a day of not eating very much and I woke up this morning feeling fit as a fiddle. I wish it were Friday so I could weigh in. How's that for weird? I'm anxious to see that number on the scale!
Saturday night found Mr. Shrinking Knitter and I at a Chinese buffet, after spending the afternoon in the Emergency Department with his mother. [She's okay; probably a little anxiety attack.] I shouldn't have eaten as much as I did, and I can only guess at the number of calories I consumed. So I deliberately ate less yesterday, but I also wasn't hungry.
The phenomenon of not being hungry after burning almost a thousand calories exercising is one that totally baffles me. My net intake yesterday was -46. Believe me, that doesn't happen very often.
But if it did, according to CalorieKing, I'd lose 16.7 pounds in a month.
That's kind of depressing, isn't it? To think that I have to eat 1000 and burn 1000 every day for a month to lose, essentially, two pounds a week. [Edited to add: Apparently my lack of calories affected my ability to do math. The "two" should be "four."]
I'm sticking my fingers in my ears now, and going lalalalalalalala.