Life is a Rhetorical Question

A match made in heaven
A match made in heaven

Running, for me, is one of those things that takes a real effort to get motivated. People talk about a “runner’s high” and how they love to commune with nature on a solo trek. Not me. I can’t say I’ve ever hit an endorphin high other than the relief of seeing a finish line and the elation of knowing there was breakfast just a few feet away.  I have a drawer full of race bibs and medals to remind me of  proud moments and achievements this body has tackled. Unfortunately, the only real motivator, for me, is the number on our bathroom scale.

It does help that recently I partnered with a very dear friend who has similar struggles with athletic prowess. We don’t live close enough to run together on a daily basis, however, we do make an effort to be accountable. In fact, we have recently run a 5k Color Run, a 10k and a Mud Run together. She also convinced me to run a 10k with her in Toledo in December, while I pushed her to run a 10k with me in Chicago this coming September.

My friend and I are trying to follow the same running plan to get ready for our weekend in Chicago. We are also buddies on an internet application called “My Fitness Pal“. It is a free calorie counter, diet and exercise community and journal. She and I are able to see each others fitness and diet progress, give encouragement and keep ourselves accountable. My favorite part is watching the calories burned strike out the calories consumed, making it so much easier to pour that extra glass of wine knowing how many calories I can spare.

For about a month I have been really good about logging into my journal every day and being honest with myself about food and activity. I also started logging all of my exercise on a white board next to our treadmill. So you can only imagine how pissed I was getting on the scale this weekend and seeing absolutely no weight loss. Nada. Zilch. Zero.

“This is insane!” I whined crawling under the covers.

DW and I were spending the evening eating dinner and watching movies in bed while the kids were out doing their own things.

“I have worked out every day this week, and for what?” I said, waving my second glass of wine over an empty pizza box.

“Is that a rhetorical question?” DW asked quietly.

“NO!” I snapped, “It’s not rhetorical. I have exercised and watched everything I’ve eaten for a whole month and have lost nothing!”

DW said nothing.

“Well? Wouldn’t you agree I’ve been watching everything I eat?”

“You could say that,” DW said, “watching it go from your plate to your mouth I guess.”

“Seriously!?” I barked, “I’ll show you my fitness journal and you’ll see exactly what I’m talking about.”

I pulled my phone out and opened up the application. The whole week had been entered except that day, so I added the information, then hit “complete entry”.

Immediately I got this message,

“If every day were like today…You’d weigh **** lbs in 5 weeks”

Stunned, I realized I was staring at the same exact number I saw on the scale that morning. Quietly, I put the phone down. DW pursed his lips while turning the movie back on.

“Yes,” I said.

“Yes, what?” DW answered confused.

“Yes, that was meant to be a rhetorical question,” I said, “in fact, let’s just assume it is ALWAYS meant to be a rhetorical question.


4 thoughts on “Life is a Rhetorical Question

  1. LOL. How frustrating! I hate those apps. I want to enjoy my meals, and they make me so crazy, I’d rather just not eat so I don’t have to put anything down. So I stopped using them and love eating.

  2. Ah, rhetoric.

    I’m so glad to hear that not everybody gets the runners high. I’ll stop trying to find it and just push through on the treadmill.

    Also, MFP is a fantastically good/bad thing. I started my “fitness journey” on May 13th and heavily relied on MPF, including the community and my new found “friends”. I’ve also decided never to actually complete my entry as not to get caught up on what the app thinks should happen.

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