The Reason for My Recent Weight Gain…

Feb 22

The Reason for My Recent Weight Gain…

I’ve mentioned my post-Ironman weight gain with much exasperation, but I haven’t been entirely honest with you. There’s a reason why I’ve been packing on the pounds lately, but I didn’t want to say anything just yet. Now that a few months have passed, however, it’s safe enough to finally let the cat out of the bag. First, let me preface my announcement by saying this isn’t something I expected to happen so quickly after Ironman Canada, but when you’re suddenly faced with a lot of free time, you’ve got to fill it somehow, amirite? Nonetheless, I wouldn’t call the situation an “oops,” more like a surprising side effect of too much “recovery” time after a long, grueling season of training and racing. Even though this has been completely unexpected, Jason’s been incredibly supportive throughout this period. He’s a good guy. Totes love him.

Anyway, without dragging it out any further, I’m just going to come right out and say it:

I’m having a food baby.

Like I said, this wasn’t really planned at all, but when you spend September through January gorging on various delectable treats with insufficient exercise to balance things out, you end up incubating a little food fetus. It’s hard to say exactly what makes up this little miracle, but if I had to guess I’d wager it’s comprised of pizza, pad thai, ice cream, nachos, Moscow Mules, burgers, and an irresponsible amount of poutine.

I’m already starting to show and none of my pants fit. This little guy is growing so fast! My resting heart rate has gotten higher and I’m easily winded during simple workouts, which goes to show how much bigger my food paunch is getting each day. Jason has been such a rockstar, bringing home carryout whenever I have cravings. He’s doing his part to make sure this burrito baby is being taken care of.

The pregnancy hasn’t felt that long, but looking back I realize it’s been almost six months since Ironman Canada. Time sure does fly when you’re eating like a fat-ass, doesn’t it? But as proud as I am of my growing bundle of bulge, I’m not sure I can continue incubating it much longer. In fact, I may need to give him up for adoption. I just don’t think I’m ready to carry this responsibility long-term. There are so many races I want to do, so many bikinis to wear, so many skinny jeans to yank on.

So as exciting as this time is for me, I’m afraid it can’t persist for much longer. It’s been a great six months, Food Baby, but you’re gonna have to go. If anyone’s interested in adopting a 15-lb bundle of joy from me, that would be really great. The deadline for this offer is before I go to St. Croix in May. Make sure you give Gordo a good home, because this little dude has overstayed his welcome.

4 comments

  1. daguttgrl79 /

    Holy shizzz I just spilled yam water laughing so hard!!!!!!yes, the water from the yams that are cooking on the stove. Your food baby is a powerful being, but gear not! We can help him to find greener pastures elsewhere. You are not alone my friend, we can deliver our sweet spawns together. Let’s cross that line sans baby, shall we? My race is May as well 🙂

    • Haha at “yam water.” I was like “The hell kind of weird ‘juice cleanse’ are you on??”

      • Danielle /

        LOL i know! i’m asian so i coulda easily said it’s my ancient oriental secret, pahahaha. I wish! you know people would be like, “ohhh where can i get some of this yam water? and i’d be like, right here! it’s $9.99/gallon” 😀

  2. This was amazing – I laughed so hard, it was ridiculous. I am sure it will it will be a quick and (hopefully) painless abortion once training for St Croix ramps up properly. 🙂

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