It's bad, but not nearly as bad as I expected after two weeks of eating poorly.
I'm going to make myself weigh in on Tuesday mornings, because that follows my weekends, which have been the hardest days for me.
(Note: The photo at left was taken last week. Pretty pathetic that the elephant looks thinner than me. That's bad. No offense to elephants.)
Again, I know most trainers warn that marathon-training time is not the time to diet. But as one very wise friend of mine just told me, every pound I lose is a pound I don't have to carry 26 miles. I think it's wiser to try than not.
On the training front, I woke up with sore legs (the bad kind of sore), which scares me. They seemed fine after Sunday's 16 miles, but not after yesterday's spin class. I made myself stay seated on the bike, trying not to put any pressure at all on my legs. I also did some leg weights. But none of that should affect my shins. I'm about to go running now and am praying for the best.