When I realized that I wouldn’t be able to run for several weeks, one of my fears was gaining weight. I knew that I would lose a substantial amount of fitness by not running for eight weeks, but I didn’t want to make things even harder on myself by having to cart around extra weight when I started running again.
In the month since my crash, I’ve lost a few pounds. Even though I’m burning fewer calories, I’m also satisfied with a lot less food. Initially I’m sure the weight loss had a lot to do with the trauma and the painkillers. But I’m hardly taking anything now and my appetite is still much lower. Plus, I no longer have that “I ran X miles, therefore treat yo self” mentality. I have read so many articles about how distance running is not all that great for weight loss, and my experience in the last month seems to support that idea.
I have been at least loosely tracking what I’m eating and trying to stay below my much-reduced calorie output. I temporarily abandoned sadness days, although now that things are a bit more normal I’ve gotten back to them.
I’m smaller than I’ve been in the last several years, and I wish I could say that I felt awesome. But my general reaction is just “eh.” I think/hope my relative inactivity and houseboundedness is a big part of that. I never feel better about my body than when I’m pushing it to its limits, and I haven’t been able to do that for a month. I also worry that some/most of the weight loss is muscle. But I took measurements as well and I’ve lost another couple of inches since I last took them. Although I might have lost some muscle, I have probably lost some fat as well.
I fully expect to put a couple of pounds back on once I start running again. For now, I’m mostly just relieved that I haven’t been gaining weight during this layoff.