This morning, I stepped on the scale.

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And I felt like Jabba the Hutt. Okay maybe that’s exaggerating a little, but still… it wasn’t pretty.

I think there were a lot of things that caused me to gain about 20lbs (give or take a few) — I’ve slacked, I’ve eaten crap, and I haven’t been nearly as active as I had wanted to be. My motivation level has been at an all time low, even after running 3 half marathons and 1 5K in the spring — the weight just stayed and quite frankly, I didn’t care.

And it truly blows. Nothing really fits me correctly and I do have to shimmy to get into my dresses and skirts. Luckily, some of the fabric is very forgiving, but still — I’m not happy. Forget trying to fitting into my jeans — it would take fishline and butter.

I also am stubborn and on a budget, so I refuse to buy new clothes.

I am running the NYC marathon in November. I am running for miles for miracles through Boston Children’s Hospital, an organization that, with the money that I fundraise, will take all of those funds to help kids –to give them a second chance at having a wonderful life. I thought about this all day and I’m taking this whole marathon training as a second (okay maybe third or fourth) chance to help save myself.


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