Scales are EVIL!

I finally did it. I have been avoiding it for about 2 weeks, but I had to start somewhere. This morning I jumped on the scale - well, got on the scale. If I would have jumped, it probably would have broken. It is disturbing how much weight I have put on in the past 4 months.

Now I understand that the past 18 months of my life have been very extreme - 14 months of training for an Ironman followed by 3 months of celebrating the completion of the Ironman and 1 month of holiday eating. Now, I am trying to find a balance. Yesterday and today went okay. Brooke is making me get up early and be at the pool by 5:45 (still before sunrise).

So, it's starting and a slow process. But it's starting.